The saga of the beasties continues-you got to hate them to love them...
Bugs and bugaboos
Eating seething breathing
And a little bit of grieving
Salivating gyrating hip hop hopping monsters
That only a beastie mommy can love
Inhospitable and very pitiful with bloodshot
Eyes rotting gums festering wounds and
Sin stained souls that ties them forever to hell
fangs chipped and worn
blood soaked demon bugs spitting at the moon
only those black withered hearts can hear them
and feel their sting
We beasties are watching you..