I'm a worm man, I'm fed up, there's no hope I wanna puke, I want some dirt I'm a w-w-worm man Gonna crawl in a hole, nobody's my friend I'm no good
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The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out The ones that crawl in are lean and thin The ones that crawl out are fat and stout Your eyes fall in and your
Rock, rock, roll Plymouth rock roll over Rock, rock, roll Plymouth rock roll over Rock, rock, roll Plymouth rock roll over Rock, rock, roll Plymouth
Worms don't dance They haven't got the balls No matter how do you do it It's just you do it, that's all You got what it takes To knock at my door You
Here and now, we are alone Time, she will hold her breath Only the worms and angels Know our names But they have not found us Although they surround
Life sucks And death is calling Every day I keep my chin up But my spirit's falling Every day On and on and on and on It goes On and on and on and on
Boring through the skin Eating from within Feasting on the guts Drinking bile and pus
[Canibus] I pulverize MC's and blow up mics From street corner cyphers to international web sites I'll run up on you and set it for no reason My flows
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Il tarlo non guarda tanto per il sottile scava lunghe gallerie un labirinto che quando lui ci naviga dentro poi non puo piu uscire E Arianna si e ripresa
How it begins it begins with me saying I'm lost again lost in your bends I remember when you gave me two fingers to get all those vultures off your back
All bonds that God ties Man is master to tear apart All crop on God's made land Man is master to sow and reap All deaths worms die Man is master to engineer
Worms don?t dance they haven?t got the balls no matter how do you do it?s just you do that?s all you got what it takes to knock at my door you wanna get
Hoy Caminare... Y Tal Vez Pueda Encontrar Un Amigo Grande Que Me Proteja Hoy Esperare... A Que Venga Un Ser Humano Me Convide De Su Pan
It terrifies me you can cause an echo a thousand times louder than I. You see what you see. I actually have dreams about all the ways you could die.
Self pity me so pitiful You can see that birds and worms don't get along Self righteous me so wrong You can see that we don't have to get along Self pity
Life sucks And death is calling Every day I keep my chin up But my spirit's falling Every day Chorus On and on and on and on It goes On and on and on