All over the bodies of every man And right on the edge of every kitchen's pan Ride the worms that lick my hand They look me in the eye, they understand Remains of food that lie on my spoon Is where they lurk, they hide in commune So how the hell am I going to prove That all the worms on my food, they look like you? They rub and breed without a trace of desire While staring at me in a silent choir But nothing's louder than what's totally quiet I can hear their looks, they can smell me transpire The wind will blow, they'll land on my tooth I'll hold my grin but they'll crawl to my lungs So how the hell am I going to prove That all the worms on my food, they look like you? One of these nights, they found me in bed Then hid again on my favourite glass In my mouth, in my salad they did have sex In my eye they slept 'till 25 past They feast on my lips, our kiss is so good I hide my fear, I have to cry in the loo So tell me how the fuck am I going to prove That all the worms on my food, they look like you? But the hunger...