He's in his room, hasn't said a word

Something's happened to this Ground's Town

Never saw him anymore 'till I heard

Him (in his room) fall down

There's people crying in their gardens

It's all backfired, everything's gone brown

Someone's playing Santa Claus

And on all fours (Rover-like)

Doggy calm down

Falling down under the influence of

Love and passion

Nearly blessed my hide operation

In the ground of Nature

Now...

...Something's killing me, can't find a cure

Give it up, choosing my own fate

My time is giving up

Time living up to the height of my Empire State

Then there's the wooden ones crying all the time

They got the worms, their Father's died

And they all tasted just like chocolate

Pigs and sheep-chickens taste just like someone died

Turning new leaves, nothing's wrong wormwise

Everything's wise, nothing's wrong

They've got a new song

And falling down under the influence of

Love and passion

Nearly blessed my hide operation

In the ground of Nature

Now...

Everyone makes mistakes

Take a pill if you're ill after every meal

Then have loads of babies and feed them to

Show them how you can feel

Then there's the wooden ones

Cry all the time (they got the worms)

Morning Wrigglies!

I see you turned over new leaves

But nothing wrong wormwise

(they got a new song)

And it goes...

"We dream all night we are awake

We chomp on wood, we're worm (not snake)

We make the tiny wood ones cry

The pain is hard, they want to die

They pain

We go away

Goodbye."

"Goodbye" everyone smiles

(we drift for miles)

They cry, wooden ones crying all the time

They got the worms

Morning Wrigglies! I see you've

Turned over new leaves

(and I like your new song)

Falling down under the influence of

Love and passion

Nearly blessed my hide operation

In the ground of Nature

Now...

He's in his room, hasn't said a word

Something's happened to this Ground's Town

Never saw him anymore 'till I heard

Him (in his room) fall down

"We dream all night we are awake

We chomp on wood, we're worm (not snake)

We make the tiny wood ones cry

The pain is hard, they want to die

They pain

We go away

Goodbye."

"...pain is hard, they want to die

They pain

We go away

Goodbye."

"...pain is hard, they want to die

They pain

We go away

Goodbye."

"Goodbye" everyone smiles

(we drift for miles)

Travel quite far if we go by car

Clean and happy as most of us are