I got my bones picked clean
By your guilt trip scene
I'm coming up for air
In total disrepair
I see a trail of pills
Leading to the woods beyond the hills
That's where you'll dig your hole
To hide your soul
To hide your soul, yeah
Poor little innocent worm
Look at 'em squiggle and squirm
Reaching and gasping for air
Poor little innocent worm
I need a second verse
To build my universe
I better drink too much
So I can eat too much
I wanna crawl in bed
And never come out again
That's where I'll build my home
I'll build my home
Build my home, yeah
Poor little innocent worm
Look at him squiggle and squirm
Reaching and gasping for air
Poor little innocent
Poor little innocent
Poor little innocent worm