Oooooh
You cannot reach me now.
Oooooh
No matter how you try.
Goodbye cruel world, its 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 off the dead wood.
Waiting, to clean up the city.
Waiting, to follow, the worms.
Waiting, to put on a black tail.
Waiting, to weed out the weaklings.
Waiting, to smash in there windows and kick in there doors.
Waiting, for the final solution of destruction that reins.
Waiting, to follow the worms.
Waiting, to turn on the showers and fire the ovens.
Waiting, for the queers and the coons and the reds and the jews.
Waiting, to follow the worms.
(Would?) Would you like to see (would you like to see) Britannia rule again?
My friend?
All ya have to do, is follow, the worms.
(Hahaha!)
(Would?) Would you like to see (would you like to see) our colored cousins, home again.
My friend?
All you need to do is follow, the worms.
