Bugs - Pearl Jam

I got bugs

I got bugs in my room

Bugs in my bed

Bugs in my ears

Their eggs in my head

Bugs in my pockets

Bugs in my shoes

Bugs in the way I feel about you

Bugs on my window

Trying to get in They don’t go nowhere

Waiting, waiting…

Bugs on my ceiling

Crowded the floor

Standing, sitting, kneeling…

A few block the door

And now the question’s:

Do I kill them?

Become their friend?

Do I eat them?

Raw or well done?

Do I trick them?

I don’t think they’re that dumb