Pest Control

Written by Arthur Mountaniol

Holy, proud and lonely
Standing still and quiet
All of a sudden, in the bad horizon
Something appeared like a green cloudy mess
That’s sure them – thought I slowly
Pest invasion on my incoherent ass

They got into the bottles
And cans with green pees
Did all my beer, knowing no, no fear
Sucking on my unwashable grease
And when one of them drowned in the mustard
They turned to fucking my blue, blue mold cheese

Bite by bite to leave me none
Well, nothing’s left for real
Except for the poison that works with no noise
And is gonna give ‘em all good kill, shit!
Coz pests never go commit suicide, no
Should be exterminated instead