A Challenging Match of Croquet in the Garden with Her Magest

I've got six legs and suck blood
I've got tentacles which feel
I live off the lining of your stomach
and evolve much faster than you

A continual race to nothing
that no one ever wins
I run fast through your garden
end up where I began

I break down your liver
then your medicine catches me
then I outrun your medicine
but its always giving chase

A continual race to nothing
that no one ever wins
I run fast through your garden
end up where I began
A continual race to nothing
that no one ever wins
I run fast through your garden
end up where I began

You're no friend of mine
disgusting little bug
you always make me ill
you can?t live without me

I grow weary of the trek
progress is all relative
flamingoes and croquet
the Red Queen always wins

You?re no friend of mine
disgusting little bug
you always make me ill
you can't live without me

I grow weary of the trek
progress is all relative
flamingoes and croquet
the Red Queen always wins
I grow weary of the trek
progress is all relative
flamingoes and croquet
the Red Queen always wins