Wyrmlands

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 And Tommy was the undercover Some men are strong, some men are weak The more they look, the less they see: Livestock hanging from the 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 This is Wyrmlands! The ground just fell beneath my feet And there I was, amongst the worms I watched them as they fucked each other In the mud And 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 motherfucker! And we don't do that shit round here Not back in Wyrmlands - 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