Bug Boy letra

His father was a lawyer
Mother a psychologist
He was just a boy who liked to torture bugs

When they'd go out to work
He'd go out to play
With pockets full of weapons
Bugs you'd better stay out of my way

He'd say
There's no love, no understanding
I just torture the bugs
It's survival of the fittest
And torture for the winner

He liked to get in garbage cans
And capture little bugs
And burn them with a magnifying glass
After he pulled off their wings

His father did not think it right
To pick upon helpless things
And his mother did not understand
How he could be so unfeeling

The Units - Letras

• Bug Boy
• Cannibals
• Digital Stimulation
• Go
• High Pressure Days
• I-night
• Mission
• Passion Or Patterns
• Warm Moving Bodies