| Eins! |
| Tzwei! |
| Drei! |
| Hammer!
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| Ahhhhhhhhh. |
| Oooooooooh. |
| You cannot reach me now.
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| Oooooooooh, Now matter how you try.
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| Goodbye cruel world, it’s over, walk on by.
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| Sitting in a bunker, here behind my Wall.
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| Waiting for the worms to come (worms to come).
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| In perfect isolation, here behind my Wall.
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| Waiting for the worms to come.
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| (Megaphone: Will the audience convene at one fifteen
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| Outside Brixton Town Hall where we will be…)
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| Waiting (to cut out the deadwood).
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| Waiting (to clean up the city).
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| Waiting (to follow the worms).
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| Waiting (to put on a black shirt).
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| Waiting (to weed out the weaklings).
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| Waiting (to smash in their windows and kick in their doors)
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| Waiting (for the final solution to strengthen the strain).
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| Waiting (for the worms).
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| Waiting (to turn on the showers and fire the ovens).
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| Waiting (for the queens and the coons and the Reds and the Jews).
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| Waiting (to follow the worms).
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| Would you like to see
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| Britannia rule again, my friend?
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| All you have to do is follow the worms.
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| Would you like to send
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| Our colored cousins home again, my friend?
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| All you need to do is follow the worms. |