: Listen motherfuckers to this song that should be heard Thrown down in the gutter, it?s more than you deserve Kneeling fucking virgin, you know that
your skin and then Munching on the meat within Life is over - now you're dead Worms are crawling through your head The worms crawl in - the worms crawl
say it now, say it now Me and the Ohio Players Are gonna tell you about a worm He's the funkiest worm in the world Alright, sing it, Clarence Clarence, theres' a worm
: Traces of the past The memories which make The whirlwind of illusions To destroy the castle of sanity Just yesterday I was diving In the stormy sea
great tree a small worm did go It wormed its way inwards and soon it did grow The tree was unhappy but what could it do? It stood there in silence: the worm
: The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out The ones that crawl in are lean and thin The ones that crawl out are fat and stout Your eyes fall in
's over Walk on by Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall Waiting for the worms to come In perfect isolation here behind my wall Waiting for the worms
like a worm Crawls like a worm from a bird crawls like a worm from a bird crawls like a worm from a bird crawls like a worm crawls like a worm crawls
Comes with the rush of a storm The angels haggard and wan Unveiling and uprising affirm That the play is the tragedy "Man" And its hero the Conqueror Worm
: If you're the bird Whenever we pretend it's summer Then I'm the worm I know the part, it's such a bummer But fair is fair If my segments get
Throw the empty skins away Nobody Likes me Everybody hates me Cos I eat worms all day Nobody likes us Everybody hates us Just because we eat worms
I'm a worm man, I'm fed up, there's no hope I wanna puke, I want some dirt I'm a w-w-worm man Gonna crawl in a hole, nobody's my friend I'm no good
Sneering at a leering lady as she stares and squirms At Wanda with her saintly smile and living wig of worms I like to watch their faces fall as
If you're the bird whenever we pretend it's summer Then I'm the worm, I know the part, it's such a bummer But fair is fair, if my segments get separated
I sit each morning, look at my empty notebook The room is quiet, the air conditioning sounds like rain falling Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann
Although you think me cold and slimy I've got a nice home Tasted your best guacamole And siesta'd at noon in the cool of the soil A worm's life can be
I was walking through the country And passing through lovely scenery When I came upon some rotting remains And though the carcass was wormy Well, after
I'm a dog, and I can smell your smell right through your clothes And I espouse some views that you yourself just might not hold Sometimes I am given pause
