[Verse 1]

I can't keep a plant alive

So tell me, how could I sustain the fire

You felt when I was being someone else on a stage?

I'm just a little worm with feelings

Covered in dirt and orange peelings

And my mates would say I'm a fan of beige

[Verse 2]

But I guess that worms do some good

When they're altogether in a group

And that's kind of how I feel about my band

This started as a love song, but changed direction

I'm still a worm, but upon reflection

We're gonna turn this farmers dirt into gold

[Chorus]

I don't know much about fertilisers

But I'd say we're all getting wiser

Tending our brain gardens with a bit of love

Sure, there's weeds we'll yet cut out

And shit to mow out of our snouts

But we're all gonna earn our green thumbs

[Verse 3]

When I'm on stage and wanna cry

And run off and call my mum all night

One look at these worms has me feeling top shelf

They remind me that it's okay to laugh

And that all bad shows don't need to be dark

And if you don't think that's gold

[Refrain]

Go fuck yourself

Go fuck yourself

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