Ooooh you cannot reach me now Ooooh now 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
Waiting to cut out the dead wood Waiting to clean up the city Waiting to follow the worms 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 coloured cousins home again, my friend All you need to do is follow the worms