Theatre Of Ice Gone With The Worms
(Brian Johnson/Dale Garrard/Raleigh Planty) Down along the banks where grow the tall weeds In the rich red mud where the big worms feed Lies a golden girl wrapped in tattered lace She never understood just where was her place CHORUS Now she's gone, gone gone gone, gone with the worms worms She's gone, gone gone gone, gone with the worms She's gone, gone gone gone, gone with the worms She's gone, gone gone gone, gone with the worms Seh's gone, gone gone gone, gone with the worms The worms crawl in and out of her brain As her rotting corpse lies out in the rain Once she was a girl who all men adored But she isn't very pretty anymore CHORUS She has no lips, she has no eyes In her mouth she has a nest of flies Where she's buried I'll never tell But you can find her just from the smell CHORUS Down along the banks where grow the tall weeds In the rich red mud where the big worms feed Lies the rotting corpse of a girl I once knew Better watch out, next one could be you CHORUS -----------------------------------------------------