Saddest Worm Ever Songtext

Like a gun to the head
Like a gun to the head
Maybe next time
You won't let me fail you twice
You will dance me to my deathbed

Oh no
You've been letting me down
You've been letting me down
All this time

My my oh my
What a sad little life
We lead, don't we?
Can't even say we tried

Do you remember when we had–
Almost nothing to lose
And you said that was real freedom–
For it was freedom to choose
How to fill all the hours
How to spend all the days
But you found it too much
And it made you afraid
So you work and you slave
And you save for a sunny day
Like a gun to the head

Like a gun to the head
Maybe next time
You won't let me fail you twice
You will dance me to my deathbed
Like a gun to the head

Like a gun to the head
Maybe next time
You don't have to tell me twice, and
You will dance me to my deathbed
Like a gun to the head

And in a manner of speaking
Speaking for the final time
You had me, and lost me
Why was I surprised?

But when I first saw the news
Saw the injured and dead
And I knew it was you
From the second I read
That the suspect was found
With a worm crawling from her mouth
And a gun to the head

Here Henry Lies
Where do we go when die?
Will there be an afterlife?
Or will worms eat us in our deathbeds?

Power gets you high!
Power! Power! Power! Power!
You my boy!
I'm crawling round your body now
My worm child

Ho yay! Ho yay!
All good citizens of Wyrmlands!
Harken unto these words!
The Worshipful Worm has commanded that I make known unto you
That henceforth, the crimes of grunting and consuming worms
Under the flag of Henry Spychalski's so called Grunter Rebels
Will be sentenced to death by public execution in the town square!

Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh
Cow, chicken, pig, human!
Cow, chicken, pig, human!
What's the difference? What's the d–