He Was Simply Made That Way
Bugs just bite and itch
And they never go away
They live in shrubs and weeds and hair
And wounds and cracks and hay
They love the tase of sugar
And the sweet smell of decay
But who could ever blame them
They were simply made that way
Weeds are always growing
Wild where they not may
In fields of crops and in the way
Where people want to stay
Weeds can grow a foot tall
In just one single day
But who could ever blame them
They were simply made that way
Mankind is the inventor
Of all the great machines
That turn weeds into extinction
And bugs to smithereens
Mankind never gives a fuck
About the rules of gain and pay
But who could ever blame him
He was simply made that way