Testo Wiggley Worm

You are not in focus(pinch the buns und pass the weenie, looking for the perfect queen bee)In your heart you know this (mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the phoniest of all)Through the cracks you crawl(in between the contradictions, what is truth and what is friction)With no legs at all (in the corner with the pie, you kissed the girlsand made them cry but when the boys came out to play, you made a perfect getaway)Wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley wiggley, wiggley, viggley, wiggley wormNow your dreams have come true(high atop an ivory tower, counting every pre-cious hour)There is nothing to do (in the comfort of the soil there is no place for sweat and toil)Bigger fish get fried (I don't want to grow a head, I'd rather fuck myself instead)In the grass you hide(mommy told me, and its true, I am a better worm than youoh, how I love the squeaky sound of music from the Underground)Wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley wormWhen is man not a man?When he?s a shamStick the bait upon the hookWigqley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley wigqley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley worm