He Was Simply Made That Way - Daniel Norgren

Bugs just bite and itch

And they never go away

They live in shrubs and weeds and hair

And wounds and cracks and hay

They love the tase of sugar

And the sweet smell of decay

But who could ever blame them

They were simply made that way

Weeds are always growing

Wild where they not may

In fields of crops and in the way

Where people want to stay

Weeds can grow a foot tall

In just one single day

But who could ever blame them

They were simply made that way

Mankind is the inventor

Of all the great machines

That turn weeds into extinction

And bugs to smithereens

Mankind never gives a fuck

About the rules of gain and pay

But who could ever blame him

He was simply made that way