And there's a centipede naked in your bedroomAnd you swear to God the fucker's out to get youAnd I digressCause I must make you the perfect morningI try my bestTo scoop the slugger out the windowAnd there's a praying mantis prancing on your bathtubAnd you swear it's a priest from a past life out to get youAnd I digressCause I must make you the perfect eveningI try my bestTo put the priest inside a jam jarAnd there's a praying mantis prancing on your bathtubAnd you swear it's a priest from a past life out to get youAnd I digressAnd there's a millipede angry on your carpetAnd I must admit he's staring with a vengeanceAnd I digressCause I must make you the perfect morningI try my bestTo prove that nothing's out to get youTo prove that nothing's out to get youTo prove that nothing's out to get you