| Song | Bitter Bug |
| Artist | The Stepkids |
| Album | Sweet Salvation |
| Life on the road is crazy | |
| so much sensation | |
| so much temptation | |
| so many celebrations | |
| that I need a vacation | |
| it takes a lot of patience | |
| to deal with my situation | |
| you’ve been there all along | |
| you’ve heard my every song | |
| you’ve seen me do it right | |
| and you’ve seen me do it wrong | |
| waited on the sideline, while I chased the dreams | |
| you’re not a spectator, girl I need you on my team | |
| give me a shoulder, cause this world is getting colder | |
| bitten by the bitter bug | |
| girl I think I’m in a rut | |
| these thoughts are uninvited friends | |
| creeping up now and again | |
| you think i’m so deranged | |
| hold up i can explain | |
| I got courage to say | |
| I don’t want what just is ok | |
| and thats the reason why | |
| this work’s a constant sacrifice | |
| cause all we got is what we give the world before we die | |
| don’t wanna have to choose | |
| between the grind and you | |
| gonna do what i gotta do | |
| stay focused make both dreams come true | |
| easier said than done, | |
| cause now I’m on the run | |
| ten days around the world and i ain’t even seen the sun | |
| babe I need you to love me | |
| when the dark clouds are above me | |
| cause the bitter has now become me | |
| will you serve me milk and passion | |
| when my heart and mind are clashing | |
| in a world of so much distraction | |
| be my focus everlasting | |
| I hit the wall | |
| better wake myself up | |
| make the eggs and the bacon | |
| put some coffee in my cup | |
| I’m an artist with a mission | |
| I’m deep water fishing | |
| but sometimes I find myself | |
| switching it up like a politician | |
| I’m moving from critic to cynic | |
| I’m Google Analytics | |
| I’m over thinking like the study of quantum physics | |
| but I love to see ya | |
| we can go to the Galleria | |
| we can think of some new ideas | |
| talk it up over sangrias | |
| you help me see the vision inside of my head | |
| you put the voices to bed | |
| until the bitter bugs dead |
| Life on the road is crazy | |
| so much sensation | |
| so much temptation | |
| so many celebrations | |
| that I need a vacation | |
| it takes a lot of patience | |
| to deal with my situation | |
| you' ve been there all along | |
| you' ve heard my every song | |
| you' ve seen me do it right | |
| and you' ve seen me do it wrong | |
| waited on the sideline, while I chased the dreams | |
| you' re not a spectator, girl I need you on my team | |
| give me a shoulder, cause this world is getting colder | |
| bitten by the bitter bug | |
| girl I think I' m in a rut | |
| these thoughts are uninvited friends | |
| creeping up now and again | |
| you think i' m so deranged | |
| hold up i can explain | |
| I got courage to say | |
| I don' t want what just is ok | |
| and thats the reason why | |
| this work' s a constant sacrifice | |
| cause all we got is what we give the world before we die | |
| don' t wanna have to choose | |
| between the grind and you | |
| gonna do what i gotta do | |
| stay focused make both dreams come true | |
| easier said than done, | |
| cause now I' m on the run | |
| ten days around the world and i ain' t even seen the sun | |
| babe I need you to love me | |
| when the dark clouds are above me | |
| cause the bitter has now become me | |
| will you serve me milk and passion | |
| when my heart and mind are clashing | |
| in a world of so much distraction | |
| be my focus everlasting | |
| I hit the wall | |
| better wake myself up | |
| make the eggs and the bacon | |
| put some coffee in my cup | |
| I' m an artist with a mission | |
| I' m deep water fishing | |
| but sometimes I find myself | |
| switching it up like a politician | |
| I' m moving from critic to cynic | |
| I' m Google Analytics | |
| I' m over thinking like the study of quantum physics | |
| but I love to see ya | |
| we can go to the Galleria | |
| we can think of some new ideas | |
| talk it up over sangrias | |
| you help me see the vision inside of my head | |
| you put the voices to bed | |
| until the bitter bugs dead |