Ballad of the Coprophage Lyrics

He beetles are at play again
Rolling little b**** of dung
Around the town
They sadden and they sway and then
They bury all their treasures down
Inside our lungs
And they're feasting on their feces
With a crunchy, munchy sound
You'll never find more contented kind
Though you search the world around
And they tumble under to the depths of the bounds
And they wail
And they gnash
And they click

And they're feasting on their feces
With a crunchy, munchy sound
You'll never find more contented kind
Though you search the world around
And they tumble under to the depths of the bounds
And they wail
And they gnash
And they click