Roger lurches up to his feet He's not feeling neat His face writhes with pain He ain't got much brain But what he's got he wants to keep Roger almost falls into the lake It's been a big mistake Why have they turned on him He's always treated them The way anyone treats a worm Twelve rows back and she grabs my knee Says I don't wanna see And she shuts her eyes She don't realise That death's a part of life As the worms crawl under poor Roger's skin I see the world she's in And I have to grin Cause the state she's in Is as real to her as breath I try to tell her that she don't understand But all she gets from me is a sweaty hand Deep in the back on the cinema gloom Roger's gone to the worms But it's just a trick It shouldn't make you sick Of that fractured, flickering lie She tries to tell me that I don't understand But all I get from her is a sweaty hand
