Текст песни archers of loaf - Slow Worm
archers of loaf - Slow Worm слова песни
Theres a worm in your head,Squirming over on me.Leaves a paper thin scabAnd youre laughing.Its too crowdedWith the skull cap on. (? )When youre amplified.And everybodys tired of the noise that you make,And everybodys tired of the voice youre faking.Nobodys counting, cause everybodys fine.And everybodys whistling because everybodys blind.Theres a page of your face from the xerox machine.Gray matter, bending, blending.Makes me sleepy when you cant defineHow far youre trailing behind.Youre always sedated.Youre simplified.Picking off the scabsFrom the skin of your lies.And nobodys counting, cause everybodys fine.And everybodys buying it cause everybodyd blind.