ARCHERS OF LOAF - SLOW WORM lyrics

rate me

There's a worm in your head,

Squirming over on me.

Leaves a paper thin scab

And you're laughing.

It's too crowded

With the skull cap on. (?)

When you're amplified.

And everybody's tired of the noise that you make,

And everybody's tired of the voice you're faking.

Nobody's counting, cause everybody's fine.

And everybody's whistling because everybody's blind.

There's a page of your face from the xerox machine.

Gray matter, bending, blending.

Makes me sleepy when you can't define

How far you're trailing behind.

You're always sedated.

You're simplified.

Picking off the scabs

From the skin of your lies.

And nobody's counting, cause everybody's fine.

And everybody's buying it cause everybody'd blind.