[Verse] In the folds of a blanket A tiny brigade No wings to flutter But plans are made Creeping quiet No parade Their mission’s a secret No debts repaid [Chorus] Strip in the garage Leave your scrubs at the door Tiny stowaways Can’t take them no more They don’t fly They just crawl But they’ve got a way Of packing their bags, coming home to stay [Verse 2] In the patient’s room You spot the clue A speck A shadow A bite or two By the time you know It’s already true They’ve hitched a ride—now they’re coming with you [Prechorus] They don’t knock They don’t ask They hide in seams of workday tasks [Chorus] Strip in the garage Leave your scrubs at the door Tiny stowaways Can’t take them no more They don’t fly They just crawl But they’ve got a way Of packing their bags, coming home to stay [Bridge] Every shift’s a gamble A roll of the dice The fear’s not the fever It’s the six-legged heist Laundry on high Fight the parasite But they laugh at bleach They’ll survive the fight
