Oooooh You cannot reach me now Oooooh No matter how you try Goodbye cruel world, its 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 off the dead wood Waiting, to clean up the city Waiting, to follow, the worms Waiting, to put on a black tail Waiting, to weed out the weaklings Waiting, to smash in there windows and kick in there doors Waiting, for the final solution of destruction that reins Waiting, to follow the worms Waiting, to turn on the showers and fire the ovens Waiting, for the queers 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 ya have to do is follow, the worms Would you like to see our colored cousins, home again My friend? All you need to do is follow the worms