Ooooh, you cannot reach me now Ooooh, no matter how you try Goodbye, cruel world, it's 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.
We're {waiting to succeed} and going to convene outside Brixton Town Hall where we're going to be...
Waiting to cut out the deadwood. Waiting to clean up the city. Waiting to follow the worms. Waiting to put on a black shirt. Waiting to weed out the weaklings. Waiting to smash in their windows And kick in their doors. Waiting for the final solution To strengthen the strain. Waiting to follow the worms. Waiting to turn on the showers And fire the ovens. Waiting for the queens and the coons and the reds and the jews. Waiting to follow the worms.
Would you like to see Britannia Rule again, my friend? All you have to do is follow the worms. Would you like to send our colored cousins Home again, my friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms.
Stop! I wanna go home, Take off this uniform And leave the show. But I'm waiting in this cell Because I have to know. Have I been guilty all this time?