Wyrmlands Songtext

I know things are gonna be worse
Than the last time when they caught us
At St. Pancras, with our pants down, acting ‘sus

Remy talked just like the others
Tommy was the undercover
Some men are strong, some men are weak
The more they look, thе less they see
Livestock hanging from thе cranes
Dancing dogs that talk like men
Talking of their higher needs
A woman’s touch, a vulture’s beak

I am God
A child–
Cut by his own hands
With a scythe of rib
From the great–
Worm of our lands
Relax
Work out, honey!
This is Wyrmlands!

The ground just fell beneath my feet
There I was, amongst the worms
I watched them as they fucked each other
In the mud
Oh!
It felt just like looking in the mirror
For the first time in my life
I knew what I was and I cried
Why am I pink? Why am I blind?
Why do I writhe inside this body?
Oh!

But if my childhood, me–
Would bear a grudge
For the man I grew up to be
Kill him, he knows too much

This is Wyrmlands!
Wyrmlands!
This is Wyrmlands!
Motherfucker!
We don’t do that shit round here
Not back in Wyrmlands

Fuck!

Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs
An Aa'll tell ye's aall an aaful story
Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs
An' Aa'll tell ye 'boot the Worm