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• Artiste: HMLTD
• Titre: Saddest Worm Ever
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Power gets you high! Power gets you high! Power gets you high! Power gets you high! Such a small affair– 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 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–