I have been bitten
I wrote, it is written
I wrote, it is written
That I have been bitten
By biters unseen.
Those unforeseen biters
Those come-out-at-nighters
Have bitten me everywhere.
Why? ‘Cause they’re mean.
Some folks call them skeeters
They’re pro blood depleters
They’ll suck ‘til they burst
With the weight of your gore
You can try citronella
But I’m here to tell ya
There’s nothing that won’t make
The bastards want more.
They’re not earthly creatures
Those demon blood-leechers
They’re born from a dark, diabolical void.
Sure, you can kill one
With your finger and thumb
But the unholy masses?
They can’t be destroyed.
And when they do bite you
I warn that despite
Your best efforts, you cannot avoid
Those blood-sucking meanies
Those vampire houdinis
They’ll bite even more
If they know you’re annoyed.
