| Song | Worms Listen |
| Artist | Thought Industry |
| Album | Mods Carve The Pig: Assassins, Toads, And God's Flesh |
| 作词 : Donaldson, Enzio, Lee, Oberlin | |
| Please, mom, tuck my football comforter in stove warm. | |
| Gloss photo gasworks. | |
| I'll slip dreams boy seven. | |
| Destroying surface mars. | |
| Camping T. | |
| Ben Johnson. | |
| Cub scout tames autumn | |
| Michigan. | |
| We'll lleep, troop eleven catching snipes. | |
| Flashlight. | |
| Jane's kissing my blushing cheek. | |
| I'll learn. | |
| Only ten years later cursed to see my lay dead. | |
| Dumbest fatality. | |
| Auto crash. | |
| She could do anything except save me. | |
| Kindergarten leisure suit. | |
| Brother, stitches tin can thrown cuts. | |
| I'll sleep lofty tree fort. | |
| Shot my pellet gun. | |
| Dad, two sons fish turtle lake. | |
| Blue gills caught below the damn line. | |
| We'll sleep. | |
| Small tent campground. | |
| Watch the heat lightning. | |
| Jane's wearing my class ring. | |
| I'll learn. | |
| Sixteen. Driver's license. | |
| Car. She'll breath me dead. | |
| Dumbest fatality. | |
| Turned too late. | |
| They could do anything except calm her. | |
| Now it's time to fly. | |
| Celebration. | |
| Triumphant. | |
| Jubilation. | |
| Atheist. M-66 faint sirens. | |
| I'm left eating my steering wheel. | |
| I'll sleep. | |
| Worms will listen. | |
| Worms underground. | |
| Whisper softly drowsiness. | |
| My turn. Tribute should be drunk and pissed off, my friends. | |
| Dead. Dumbest fatality. | |
| Burn the husk. | |
| If you do anything, think fondly of me. |
| zuò cí : Donaldson, Enzio, Lee, Oberlin | |
| Please, mom, tuck my football comforter in stove warm. | |
| Gloss photo gasworks. | |
| I' ll slip dreams boy seven. | |
| Destroying surface mars. | |
| Camping T. | |
| Ben Johnson. | |
| Cub scout tames autumn | |
| Michigan. | |
| We' ll lleep, troop eleven catching snipes. | |
| Flashlight. | |
| Jane' s kissing my blushing cheek. | |
| I' ll learn. | |
| Only ten years later cursed to see my lay dead. | |
| Dumbest fatality. | |
| Auto crash. | |
| She could do anything except save me. | |
| Kindergarten leisure suit. | |
| Brother, stitches tin can thrown cuts. | |
| I' ll sleep lofty tree fort. | |
| Shot my pellet gun. | |
| Dad, two sons fish turtle lake. | |
| Blue gills caught below the damn line. | |
| We' ll sleep. | |
| Small tent campground. | |
| Watch the heat lightning. | |
| Jane' s wearing my class ring. | |
| I' ll learn. | |
| Sixteen. Driver' s license. | |
| Car. She' ll breath me dead. | |
| Dumbest fatality. | |
| Turned too late. | |
| They could do anything except calm her. | |
| Now it' s time to fly. | |
| Celebration. | |
| Triumphant. | |
| Jubilation. | |
| Atheist. M66 faint sirens. | |
| I' m left eating my steering wheel. | |
| I' ll sleep. | |
| Worms will listen. | |
| Worms underground. | |
| Whisper softly drowsiness. | |
| My turn. Tribute should be drunk and pissed off, my friends. | |
| Dead. Dumbest fatality. | |
| Burn the husk. | |
| If you do anything, think fondly of me. |