Worm Lyrics
| Song | Worm |
| Artist | KRISTOFF KRANE |
| Album | fanfaronade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| There’s a worm in my bottle of tequila | |
| Now mama says that I’m dead | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in my head | |
| There’s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha | |
| Mama says that I’m dead | |
| Dead, what a big word | |
| For such a little kid | |
| Yeah you got big nerves | |
| But all it takes is a little pinch | |
| You turn throw the pitch | |
| I swing, learn to miss | |
| Forgive me for singing out a tune | |
| And striving for something I’ll prolly never hear | |
| But I will never loose no, | |
| Cause I run the race in someone else’s shoes slow | |
| I like feel new, and if you don’t like me | |
| I’m probably not for you | |
| I like feel new, and if you don’t like me | |
| I’m probably not for you, oh | |
| I like feel new, and if you don’t like me | |
| Fuck you! | |
| And I don’t got much but I got good friends | |
| Food in the fridge and a cozy bed | |
| Yeah your intelligence is free, | |
| But your development so rested | |
| And you’re flying, | |
| You look so happy dying | |
| Man you got the whole family crying | |
| Spend the last round town like a dandy lion | |
| Say go, go get them tiger | |
| Trying to smell your roses | |
| But I’m so sick and tired | |
| I should probably building my machine | |
| But I’m too busy tryna figure out who clipped the wires | |
| Oh the reason that I do this | |
| To help a few people get re-inspired | |
| Fresh, not to proove that I’m higher | |
| No sticks and stones at field to my fire | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| There’s a worm in my bottle of tequila | |
| Now mama says that I’m dead | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in my head | |
| There’s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha | |
| Mama says that I’m dead | |
| That fresh is the worm in the bread | |
| Fresh is the worm in my head | |
| There’s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha | |
| And mama says that I’m dead | |
| Young boy, you act like you own the world | |
| You don’t even know how to know the world | |
| You tryna shape and mold the world | |
| But you too afraid to get close and hold the world | |
| And so you sold the world | |
| Yeah you sold a world for a poster girl | |
| And now you cold with chills | |
| But the poster girl you bought holds the pills | |
| And I work so hard to make the ends meet | |
| Started up a chicken from the town eats red meet | |
| And a shrink I don’t need, | |
| I know that I make art to change the way the people think | |
| Another odd, and I can relate | |
| You’re so wise when you’re awake | |
| I wake up early and go to bed late | |
| Fly like a birdie and lie like a snake | |
| And to act so hard trying to act like the sweetheart | |
| Till you get close enough to pick up the teeth marks | |
| Mom says be smart, get as deep as you can get | |
| Until you can’t depart | |
| Hey, I gotta depart | |
| You got time to shine | |
| And it will be dark | |
| I wonder what we’ll find alive inside | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| There’s a worm in my bottle of tequila | |
| Now mama says that I’m dead | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in my head | |
| There’s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha | |
| Mama says that I’m dead. |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| There' s a worm in my bottle of tequila | |
| Now mama says that I' m dead | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in my head | |
| There' s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha | |
| Mama says that I' m dead | |
| Dead, what a big word | |
| For such a little kid | |
| Yeah you got big nerves | |
| But all it takes is a little pinch | |
| You turn throw the pitch | |
| I swing, learn to miss | |
| Forgive me for singing out a tune | |
| And striving for something I' ll prolly never hear | |
| But I will never loose no, | |
| Cause I run the race in someone else' s shoes slow | |
| I like feel new, and if you don' t like me | |
| I' m probably not for you | |
| I like feel new, and if you don' t like me | |
| I' m probably not for you, oh | |
| I like feel new, and if you don' t like me | |
| Fuck you! | |
| And I don' t got much but I got good friends | |
| Food in the fridge and a cozy bed | |
| Yeah your intelligence is free, | |
| But your development so rested | |
| And you' re flying, | |
| You look so happy dying | |
| Man you got the whole family crying | |
| Spend the last round town like a dandy lion | |
| Say go, go get them tiger | |
| Trying to smell your roses | |
| But I' m so sick and tired | |
| I should probably building my machine | |
| But I' m too busy tryna figure out who clipped the wires | |
| Oh the reason that I do this | |
| To help a few people get reinspired | |
| Fresh, not to proove that I' m higher | |
| No sticks and stones at field to my fire | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| There' s a worm in my bottle of tequila | |
| Now mama says that I' m dead | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in my head | |
| There' s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha | |
| Mama says that I' m dead | |
| That fresh is the worm in the bread | |
| Fresh is the worm in my head | |
| There' s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha | |
| And mama says that I' m dead | |
| Young boy, you act like you own the world | |
| You don' t even know how to know the world | |
| You tryna shape and mold the world | |
| But you too afraid to get close and hold the world | |
| And so you sold the world | |
| Yeah you sold a world for a poster girl | |
| And now you cold with chills | |
| But the poster girl you bought holds the pills | |
| And I work so hard to make the ends meet | |
| Started up a chicken from the town eats red meet | |
| And a shrink I don' t need, | |
| I know that I make art to change the way the people think | |
| Another odd, and I can relate | |
| You' re so wise when you' re awake | |
| I wake up early and go to bed late | |
| Fly like a birdie and lie like a snake | |
| And to act so hard trying to act like the sweetheart | |
| Till you get close enough to pick up the teeth marks | |
| Mom says be smart, get as deep as you can get | |
| Until you can' t depart | |
| Hey, I gotta depart | |
| You got time to shine | |
| And it will be dark | |
| I wonder what we' ll find alive inside | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| There' s a worm in my bottle of tequila | |
| Now mama says that I' m dead | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in my head | |
| There' s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha | |
| Mama says that I' m dead. |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| There' s a worm in my bottle of tequila | |
| Now mama says that I' m dead | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in my head | |
| There' s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha | |
| Mama says that I' m dead | |
| Dead, what a big word | |
| For such a little kid | |
| Yeah you got big nerves | |
| But all it takes is a little pinch | |
| You turn throw the pitch | |
| I swing, learn to miss | |
| Forgive me for singing out a tune | |
| And striving for something I' ll prolly never hear | |
| But I will never loose no, | |
| Cause I run the race in someone else' s shoes slow | |
| I like feel new, and if you don' t like me | |
| I' m probably not for you | |
| I like feel new, and if you don' t like me | |
| I' m probably not for you, oh | |
| I like feel new, and if you don' t like me | |
| Fuck you! | |
| And I don' t got much but I got good friends | |
| Food in the fridge and a cozy bed | |
| Yeah your intelligence is free, | |
| But your development so rested | |
| And you' re flying, | |
| You look so happy dying | |
| Man you got the whole family crying | |
| Spend the last round town like a dandy lion | |
| Say go, go get them tiger | |
| Trying to smell your roses | |
| But I' m so sick and tired | |
| I should probably building my machine | |
| But I' m too busy tryna figure out who clipped the wires | |
| Oh the reason that I do this | |
| To help a few people get reinspired | |
| Fresh, not to proove that I' m higher | |
| No sticks and stones at field to my fire | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| There' s a worm in my bottle of tequila | |
| Now mama says that I' m dead | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in my head | |
| There' s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha | |
| Mama says that I' m dead | |
| That fresh is the worm in the bread | |
| Fresh is the worm in my head | |
| There' s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha | |
| And mama says that I' m dead | |
| Young boy, you act like you own the world | |
| You don' t even know how to know the world | |
| You tryna shape and mold the world | |
| But you too afraid to get close and hold the world | |
| And so you sold the world | |
| Yeah you sold a world for a poster girl | |
| And now you cold with chills | |
| But the poster girl you bought holds the pills | |
| And I work so hard to make the ends meet | |
| Started up a chicken from the town eats red meet | |
| And a shrink I don' t need, | |
| I know that I make art to change the way the people think | |
| Another odd, and I can relate | |
| You' re so wise when you' re awake | |
| I wake up early and go to bed late | |
| Fly like a birdie and lie like a snake | |
| And to act so hard trying to act like the sweetheart | |
| Till you get close enough to pick up the teeth marks | |
| Mom says be smart, get as deep as you can get | |
| Until you can' t depart | |
| Hey, I gotta depart | |
| You got time to shine | |
| And it will be dark | |
| I wonder what we' ll find alive inside | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| There' s a worm in my bottle of tequila | |
| Now mama says that I' m dead | |
| Fresh as a worm in the bread | |
| Fresh as a worm in my head | |
| There' s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha | |
| Mama says that I' m dead. |
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