Bugs Songtext / Lyric

Bugs rub their legs

Together in fevered pitch

It trips me out

Never gonna let it out



Birds they wheeze

And my legs they itch

Yeah, it flips me out

Wonder what it's all about



And think of things

And how they got this way

Way above the rest

Isn't this the fucking best?



Superficial we may say

So, down to earth in an earthy kind of way

It's just the best that we can do

Is this just the best that we can do






Planes that buzz, and cars that roam

Trees that grow through the forest foam

Squirrels that cross you overhead

Makes their way to the squirrelly bed

And even squirrels have beds



A natural light

In the natural world

It flips me out

Never gonna read about it



Our favored nation

And our favorite girl

She trips me out

Never ever really doubt it



And as your hand rests gently on her head

Remove the clutter and the papers that you read

A whispered comment, or a compliment is said

And you take her hand and you gesture toward the bed

I can't believe this feels this good

No, I can't believe this feels this good