Wormy Justice Songtext
von Dead Kid Harvester
Wormy Justice Songtext
Worms of ages past
Drowned and killed in the blast
Burial ground of pink in the sea
Dying bodies in a heap
Fallout from a bright red sky
Didn′t you know?
Today's the day you′re going to die!
You send your worms to their death
The rattle of battle until the last breath
The world on fire and the sound of war
You keep coming back for more
Casualties are on the rise
Your cold heart will be your demise
Wormers wriggle around in their chairs
Tapping their keyboards like somebody cares
Burning through worms like cigarettes
'Til one team stands up and takes revenge
No lump in your throat ever felt bigger
Than when you're looking down the barrel of a bazooka
With the wind, the fighting turns
A hunger for payback burns
Don′t be fooled by their size
They′ve got guns and you're their prize
From all directions comes a treat
Exploding sheep, revenge is sweet
Wormers wriggle around in their chairs
Tapping their keyboards like somebody cares
Burning through worms like cigarettes
′Til one team stands up and takes revenge
No lump in your throat ever felt bigger
Than when you're looking down the barrel of a bazooka
Drowned and killed in the blast
Burial ground of pink in the sea
Dying bodies in a heap
Fallout from a bright red sky
Didn′t you know?
Today's the day you′re going to die!
You send your worms to their death
The rattle of battle until the last breath
The world on fire and the sound of war
You keep coming back for more
Casualties are on the rise
Your cold heart will be your demise
Wormers wriggle around in their chairs
Tapping their keyboards like somebody cares
Burning through worms like cigarettes
'Til one team stands up and takes revenge
No lump in your throat ever felt bigger
Than when you're looking down the barrel of a bazooka
With the wind, the fighting turns
A hunger for payback burns
Don′t be fooled by their size
They′ve got guns and you're their prize
From all directions comes a treat
Exploding sheep, revenge is sweet
Wormers wriggle around in their chairs
Tapping their keyboards like somebody cares
Burning through worms like cigarettes
′Til one team stands up and takes revenge
No lump in your throat ever felt bigger
Than when you're looking down the barrel of a bazooka
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