Gregor Samsa is a bug…
Gregor Samsa is a creepy little bug…

When you wake after uneasy dreams
And you’re stuck on your back, or so it seems
So you think it through, and you realize now
You have turned into a bug

When the light is dim, and you’re all alone
And you’re not a man, but a cockroach
There’s a knock on the door, and your back is sore…

Your dad, is here!
And you are still a bug
But before he walks in through the door
Get out of bed,
Crawl on the floor to

Hide the fact that you’ve turned into a bug
You’re a roach so your arms are too short to give a hug.
And you feel like you simply can not win
And you’ll never hear Grete’s violin
And it sucks that you can’t go into work today…
‘Cuz you are a bug.

And if only your family could like you
And appreciate all the things you do
Maybe then you wouldn’t have turned into
A creepy little bug!

But your father’s mean and your mother’s cold
And you’re really sad being all alone

Better dodge those apples, drink that milk
stay away from your bed
the sheets are silk!

Beware!
Your bed!
Because you’re a gross bug

And you don’t want to get it covered in slime
And you know you’re not
Even worth a dime

Your smile fades as you see the woman in fur
Taken off of the wall by your mom and sister
And the boarders invade your privacy
And you think you’re tripping on ecstasy.
And you wish that you could just die which you finally do
Cuz you were a bug.

You’re a creepy, slimy bug
You’re an ugly, scary, nasty, horrible, abnormally large
cock a roach