And there's a centipede naked in your bedroom
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 get you
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 praying mantis prancing on your bathtub
And you swear it's a priest from a past life out to get you
And I digress
And there's a millipede angry on your carpet
And I must admit he's staring with a vengeance
And I digress
Cause I must make you the perfect morning
I try my best
To prove that nothing's out to get you
To prove that nothing's out to get you
To prove that nothing's out to get you