Pink Floyd 11-Waiting for the worms Lyrics

Ooooh, you cannot reach me now
Ooooh, no matter how you try
Goodbye, cruel world, it's over
Walk on by.
Sitting in a bunker
here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come.
In perfect isolation
here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come.

Waiting to cut out the deadwood.
Waiting to clean up the city.
Waiting to follow the worms.
Waiting to put on a black shirt.
Waiting to weed out the weaklings.
Waiting to smash in their windows
And kick in their doors.
Waiting for the final solution
To strengthen the strain.
Waiting to follow the worms.
Waiting to turn on the showers
And fire the ovens.
Waiting for the queers and the c___s
and the reds and the jews.
Waiting to follow the worms.

Would you like to see Britannia
Rule again, my friend?
All you have to do
is follow the worms.
Would you like to send
our colored cousins
Home again, my friend?
All you need to do
is follow the worms.