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Early Worm

Verse 1
The early bird catches the worm, the early worm gets caught/
I'm the late worm, crawling out my bed at half 4/
With my heart torn between late lunch or early dinner/
The, only person in a world of sinners hurling ninja stars;/
Into the night sky, Mr Nice Guy; quite shy/
Not the type to give high fives/
We touch fists in respect of the day we might try/
To give our lives and fight what's driving the price high/
Living's a cost, in which we're imprisoned and lost/
Politicians figure we're sloths and don't make decisions a lot/
Our balances stay in the minuses/
Supposed to accept kindnesses, from the highnesses/
But we pray for the day that we're Midas'/
Twice as big, with the touch of Gold/
We must have strolled/
Miles in the wrong direction;
and we look so old/
We took the mould and it crumbles to dust/
Now there's nothing to trust/
Just millions of people; looking like us/
Girls are judging my lust, I might just want someone to fuck/
But usually, I'm not sussed, I just want a hug/
So I'm looking to drugs, for forgetness and forgiveness/
They call us prisoners, tell us we only live once...it's ridiculous!/
So I stay in the dirt, out of the way of the earth/
Making a verse to say that it hurts and try and depict the way that it works...//

Verse 2
The early worm gets caught; we established this/
The late worm has to live amongst the masochists/
Class dismissed and the teaching begins, preaching our sins/
In the hope they won't do it, but advice is like a film featuring, "him"/
Or "her" we err and error from our first endeavour/
To the last when we burn to ash and are cast to the earth forever/
Church is never too far away, but our display/
Gives us the illusion that we can't obey/
Hardest way, to achieve the goals; believe we're bold/
Trapped in a vicious world where we feed in bowls/
Amongst the big fishes, and the plastic castles/
This massive battle just hassle; drawn out in fanstastic pastels/
This drastic angle we work from with no protractor/
Trying to find the factor of two numbers divided backwards/
And this acts to work out life like soul sit ups/
Trying to avoid the hiccups, too many pissups and being fitted with stirrups/
Just along for the ride, in which none'll survive/
Punishment time is just coming to life/
Some of them fight; others look for their mothers or the comfort of dice/
And we're above it, cos we love it, it's the struggle of life/
Lost wisdom from a crossed system/
Like mobiles in trains in tunnels everyone is not listening/
So just stop bitching, and let the world be turned/
And for God's sake, don't become an early worm...//
(don't do it)