Bugs On Their Backs Lyrics

There is an off-beat in the air

then I know I have to care
it feels so good, we all enjoy

except the headbang psycho boy

We s**** and move our legs to the feet

we move all our bodies with the off-beat

it smells and it feels like peace on earth

except the headbang psycho boy disturbs

I hate his hair in my face!

I hate his elbow in my waste!

I hate be hit on my legs low or high!

I hope that you gonna die!
Now we're s****ing and trembling very wild

his jeans are not wide, they are tight

his caro-shirt is open and wet

it's not from the beer it's the way he sweats

Oops he hit me, oops he kicked me

go far away and "figg di"

please leave me alone I don't care who you are
if you don't my peace turns into war

I hate his ...

So stop desturbing the fun we have

and join our world and try to laugh

just stop interrupting other people's fun

enjoy the music like Jamaica's sun

Stop the violence, put it in your a**

if you need some trouble don't bother the mass

leave the gig and join the security guard

he is a moron like you and he even hits you hard