Worms

I can't keep a plant alive So tell me, how could I sustain the fire You felt when I was being someone else on a stage? I'm just a little worm with feelings Covered in dirt and orange peelings And my mates would say I'm a fan of beige

But I guess that worms do some good When they're altogether in a group And that's kind of how I feel about my band This started as a love song, but changed direction I'm still a worm, but upon reflection We're gonna turn this farmers dirt into gold

I don't know much about fertilisers But I'd say we're all getting wiser Tending our brain gardens with a bit of love Sure, there's weeds we'll yet cut out And shit to mow out of our snouts But we're all gonna earn our green thumbs

When I'm on stage and wanna cry And run off and call my mum all night One look at these worms has me feeling top shelf They remind me that it's okay to laugh And that all bad shows don't need to be dark And if you don't think that's gold Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself Go fuck yourself