Chapter seven There's bugs on the house plants of the folks back home Insects are material, they're not inferior Insects are material, they're not inferior What do we want? Insect liberation! When do we want it? Now! Insects are dirty, insects are filthy They never bother washing their legs or faces Insects are ugly, insects are evil They sniff around the brown and then they eat it An insect loses it's way one day and gets trapped in the house An insect in the house, but not in this month's issue of wonderful home Fly spray or stinky thing, hanging from the ceiling A rolled up neswpaper on the head, the poor insect ends up dead dead dead dead But insects are dirty, insects are filthy They never bother washing their legs or faces Insects are ugly, insects are evil They sniff around the brown and then they eat it They eat shit, and they're walking on it! They fly around from town to town spreading disease They're ugly little monsters, and I hate them Won't you get rid of them for me? please! But who likes the taste, who makes use of our waste? Who puts the goodness back into the soil? It's insects, bacteria, germs, and worms
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