by Nick Gisburne
The thing you thought was gone forever... ain’t.
Your kitchen floor is heaving, black with bugs.
We’re crawling through the cracks. We’re in the paint.
A hundred thousand creepy little thugs.
Your kitchen floor is heaving, black with bugs.
A hundred thousand creepy little thugs.
We worship Dung the Deadly, cockroach king.
His followers, the faithful, as you see,
Have scuttled here on filthy feet, to bring
The finest of his foul infections, free.
His followers, the faithful, as you see,
Bring foul infections, absolutely free.
We’re bigger, and we’re better, and we bite.
We’re taking this, your two-bit diner, down.
Surrender! Dung has never lost a fight.
Prepare to swim in seven shades of brown.
We’re bigger, and we’re better, and we bite.
Surrender! Dung has never lost a fight.
We saw the traps, the trails of bait, the spray.
You call that poison? Pitiful. Let’s play.
We worship Dung the Deadly, cockroach king.
And now we're stronger, faster... and we sing!
We’re bigger, and we’re better, and we bite.
We’re taking this, your two-bit diner, down.
Surrender! Dung has never lost a fight.
Prepare to swim in seven shades of brown.
Lyrics by Nick Gisburne
Music and vocals created by Suno
Adapted from the poem Dung the Deadly
