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