(From the Inkblot theater show of the same name)
O loathsome crawling thing
Be done with your miniscule affairs
O hungry creeping speck
I release you from your cares
Be gone, Roach!
You live on carrion
That's outrageous
You're probably contagious
Blind crippled and half-squashed
and yet you carry on
Your persistence is disgusting
I could never find myself trusting
A creature that would rather live in the trash than in the lawn
c***roach your problems are not mine
I love life but with you I draw the line
Not to flaunt my superior design
But next to you I'm practically divine
c***roach your problems are not mine
O loathsome crawling thing
Be done with your miniscule affairs
O hungry creeping speck
I release you from your cares
Be gone, Roach!
You live on carrion
That's outrageous
You're probably contagious
Blind crippled and half-squashed
and yet you carry on
Your persistence is disgusting
I could never find myself trusting
A creature that would rather live in the trash than in the lawn
c***roach your problems are not mine
I love life but with you I draw the line
Not to flaunt my superior design
But next to you I'm practically divine
c***roach your problems are not mine