Words & Music: M. Hutchins

 

Death Buzzer was a bug, oh yeah a big bug

He was havin’ lots of fun underneath my rug

That was until the day that he drew my blood

And I killed that mother good

 

Death Buzzer was so big and he was not afraid

Of the toxic bomb and the stick it gave

His body exoskeletal of structure made

And I squished that mother good

 

Death Buzzer, Death Buzzer, yeah you’re one tough customer

But now you’re in a box underneath my socks

A Jolly Rodger on top your body rots

 

Death Buzzer hunkered down for the coup de gras

Of love from human being to dipteral

Paper rolled in a mace to smash in his face

A blob of goopy guts rolled upon the page