VERSE 1
Little feet tapping across the floor
Anxiety builds up more and more
Is the little bastard going to bite?
Or haunt my dreams in the night?
He carries more poison that a cobra
Shrieks of pain, my magnum opus
Splatters of sickness, hospital visits
Face greener than leaves of spinach
CHORUS
Little bastards!
Little fuckers!
Flesh eaters!
Blood suckers!
VERSE 2
One of them dead, a million left to go
Turning my home into a horror show
Hiding in holes, hiding in the walls
Fighting them off takes more than balls
Lay every trap like a desert minefield
Agony and death is what they’ll feel
Until the last one takes its final breath
This is our house, we fight to the death
CHORUS
Little bastards!
Little fuckers!
Flesh eaters!
Blood suckers!
BRIDGE
Dead rats underneath the stove
Dead rats in the kitchen cupboards
Rat shit stinking up the whole house
Rat shit, the floor is fucking covered
VERSE 3
The war is over, but the trauma remains
Everyone I love went nearly insane
Almost shit ourselves, made permanent stains
Visions of little fuckers danced in our brains
A house is a home, no more, no less
Not a dungeon for furry little pests
Not a spawning pit for the little shits
Not an orgy of disease as they eat toxic cheese
EXTENDED CHORUS
Little bastards!
Little fuckers!
Flesh eaters!
Blood suckers!
Little nightmares!
Little shit stains!
Bringers of terror!
Authors of pain!
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