Lutheran Longlegs from Bughouse by The Bug Mother

Martin Luther drank my blood
he sent you boats, he sent you planes,
he sent you messages through the moon,
stars, leaves, and rain. You laughed in his face

I gotta open my ears up so wide I’ve
got somebody there sending me these
good vibes, but sometimes I get too stoned
I stop listening

The eggs! The eggs!
The every time I look!
they’re a different color
all those little legs, eager

to kick little soccer balls
I don’t know why I’m so afraid
as if eight legged bugs
were my biggest problem

The protestants put an eggsac
in the corner next to our door
Andy thinks they’re our guardians
I think they’re gonna crawl all over me

(weezer synth solo + toaster oven)

My face! My face!
crawling all over my stupid head!
I spent the whole summer in my room wishing I was dead
but I’m not, as far as I know
I’ve still got kind of a long way to go

I don’t know why I’m so afraid
maybe i’ll be brave one day
maybe I’m catholic, cause catholics
wanna take a vacuum and suck up
all of these fucking eggs

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