Ooooh, You cannot reach me now
Ooooh no matter how you try
Goodbye cruel world it'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 to come.
Waiting to cut out the deadwood
Waiting to clean up the city
Waiting to follow the worms.
Waiting to put on a blackshirt
Waiting to weed out the weaklings
Waiting to smash in their windows
And kick in their doors.
Waiting for the final solution
To strang then the strain
Waiting to follow the worms.
Waiting to turn on the showers
And fire the ovens
Waiting for the queens and the coons
And the Reds and the Jews
Waiting to follow the worms.
Would you like to see Britannia
Rule again my friend
All you have to do is follow the worms
Would you like to send our coloured cousins
Home again, my friend,
All you need to do is follow the worms. |