inchworm Songtext
von Bugsy

Stroke the inchworm on my finger
Soft & fleshy to the touch
Watched his body concave inwards
& Now i′m holding all his guts

They're only hands
They′re only hands
They're only hands
How do I break everything I touch?
If i could snap my pinkie finger
As easy as a carrot
Than how could it be
The weapon of a killer?


Chartreuse sludge drapes down my finger
Is that the colour of your blood?
How many nerves could such a tiny body hold?
Was i the last thing that you saw?

They're just my hands
They′re just my hands
They′re just my hands
How do I break everything I touch?
If i could snap my pinkie finger
As easy as a carrot
Than how could it be
The weapon of a killer
I carry you with me
Inside the ridges in the cloth of my corduroys
On my thighs