Waiting For The Worms
You cannot reach me nowNo matter how you tryGoodbye cruel world it's overWalk on by
Sitting in a bunker here behind my wallWaiting for the worms to comeIn perfect isolation here behind my wallWaiting for the worms to comeWaiting to cut out the deadwoodWaiting to clean up the cityWaiting to follow the wormsWaiting to put on a black shirtWaiting to weed out the weaklingsWaiting to smash in their windowsAnd kick in their doorsWaiting for the final solutionTo strengthen the strainWaiting to follow the wormsWaiting to turn on the showers and fire the ovensWaiting for the queers and the coonsAnd the reds and the JewsWaiting to follow the worms
Would you like to see BritanniaRule again my friendAll you have to do is follow the wormsWould you like to send our coloured cousinsHome again my friendAll you need to do is follow the worms