The Bug Collector

And there's a centipede

Naked in your bedroom

Oh, and you swear to God

The fucker's out to get you

And I digress

'Cause I must make you the perfect morning

I try my best

To scoop the slugger out the window

And there's a praying mantis

Prancing on your bathtub

And you swear it's a priest

From a past life out to getcha

And I digress

'Cause I must make you the perfect evening

I try my best

To put the priest inside a jam jar

And there's a millipede

Angry on your carpet

Oh, and I must admit

He's staring with a vengeance

Oh, and I digress

'Cause I must make you the perfect morning

And I try my best

To prove that nothing's out to get you

To prove that nothing's out to get you