The Worm is here!
This is Wyrmlands
Population: you
Worm Country


This time
I know things are gonna get bad
Grab the women, make them make fast
To the tunnels with the children and the rats
This time
I know things are gonna be worse
Than the last time when they caught us
At St. Pancras, with our pants down, acting ‘sus

Remy talked just like the others
Tommy was the undercover
Some men are strong, some men are weak
The more they look, thе less they see
Livestock hanging from thе cranes
Dancing dogs that talk like men
Talking of their higher needs
A woman's touch, a vulture's beak

I am God
A child cut by his own hands
With a scythe of rib
From the great worm of our lands

Relax
Work out, honey!
This is Wyrmlands!
Wyrmlands, this is Wyrmlands


The ground just fell beneath my feet
There I was, amongst the worms
I watched them as they fucked each other
In the mud, oh!
It felt just like looking in the mirror
For the first time in my life
I knew what I was and I cried
"Why am I pink? Why am I blind?
Why do I writhe inside this body? "
Oh!


But if my childhood me
Would bear a grudge
For the man I grew up to be
"Kill him, he knows too much"

This is Wyrmlands!
Wyrmlands!
This is Wyrmlands!
Motherfucker!
We don't do that shit round here
Not back in Wyrmlands


Fuck!


Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs
An Aa'll tell ye's aall an aaful story
Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs
An' Aa'll tell ye 'boot the Worm