[Verse 1]
Sitting in a dressing room, about to go on
Internet radio playing an xx song
Yogurt from the Brown Cow farm
Purell so viruses can’t harm
Bandmates throwing down in the room next door
[Chorus]
I'm only a cockroach
Searching for something I can be
The people freak out when I walk out there
So scared
[Verse 2]
Nostradamus predicted a bomb would drop
And life as we know it on Earth would abruptly stop
From the debris of the shattered globe
A hand would rise to secure a hold
That's me looking for the Sunday Times
[Chorus]
I'm only a cockroach
Searching for something I can be
The people frеak out when I walk out there
So scarеd
Sitting in a dressing room, about to go on
Internet radio playing an xx song
Yogurt from the Brown Cow farm
Purell so viruses can’t harm
Bandmates throwing down in the room next door
[Chorus]
I'm only a cockroach
Searching for something I can be
The people freak out when I walk out there
So scared
[Verse 2]
Nostradamus predicted a bomb would drop
And life as we know it on Earth would abruptly stop
From the debris of the shattered globe
A hand would rise to secure a hold
That's me looking for the Sunday Times
[Chorus]
I'm only a cockroach
Searching for something I can be
The people frеak out when I walk out there
So scarеd
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