Bugs

Dust off the criminal
Dress up your kids
We’re having people over
While we’re living in sin
Erase the impulse
Tear off your skin
We’re having quiet rage for dinner again
Push it down inside
Judgment day arrived on time
There may not really be bugs on you
But hypnosis isn’t what I do
May not really be bugs all over you
No, no, no, no, no
I’m in the scary final fantasy
About me, myself, your pants and me
Why don’t you take them off
Or you can take off right now
You’re always interrupting
All the jokes I hear
Be sure to remind me
How its clear
Push it down inside
Helps you clear your mind
Push it deep down inside
Judgment day arrived on time
There may not really be bugs on you
But hypnosis isn’t what I do
May not really be bugs all over you
No, no, no, no, no
It may not be up to you
Why you do the things you do
It may not really be up to you at all
No, no, no, no