EINS, ZWEI, DREI, ALLE

scum

You cannot reach me now, no matter how you try
Goodbye, cruel world, it’s over, walk on by
 
Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
 
Waiting to cut out the deadwood
Waiting to clean up the city
Waiting to follow the worms
 
Waiting to put on a black shirt
Waiting to weed out the weaklings
Waiting to smash in their windows and kick in their doors
 
Waiting for the final solution to strengthen the strain
Waiting to follow the worms
 
Waiting to turn on the showers and fire the ovens
Waiting for the queers and the coons and the reds and the Jews
Waiting to follow the worms
 
Would you like to see Britannia rule again, my friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms
 
Would you like to send our coloured cousins home again, my friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms.
 
— ‘Waiting for the Worms’, Pink Floyd