Black hat stranger - affluent as effluent

Hides behind his mirror shades and crocodile smile

Preying on the weak, the vulnerable and innocent

All things pure and virginal he will defile.



Shepherd of a flock of black sheep - he knows his charges well

Their thirst for life is drowning down in his snow filled hell...



They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie

They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie.



Slaves to the only god they know,

Drawn by the song of the cosmic diva

The lord of the flies is a dandy beau

King of the hill in the new Bohemia

Where does he come from, their redeemer

Where does he dwell? (they never learn)

What is the prize for the true believer?

Rotting away in the "Womb of the Worm"?



Death is the hand of a handsome stranger - (he speaks, heads turn)

Babes unaware of impending danger - quickening dead in the "Womb of the Worm"



They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie

They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie.



At the gravesides of sad lonely children

Reason sits with a tear in her eye

Killed in their prime - tell me why were they taken?

It's not them but "the Worm" that should die.

"Stabat Mater Dolorosa" - a grieving mother's sad refrain

Chasing dragons in the subway, to kill the time and ease the pain.



Words of "the Worm":

"Don't be afraid - just take my hand

'cause life's too short to be a bore

Try it once, you'll understand

Why they keep coming back for more."

Form an orderly line outside death's door

If you want to taste his sweet amnesia

He's never short of clientele

Though most of them die from a fatal seizure

Another mother cries to a chat-show host

(she speaks - my stomach churns)

I hear how a young kid - now a young ghost

Died a sickening death in "the Womb of the Worm."



They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie

They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie