Food for Worms

I'll be buried with my treasure
If you want it, babe, don't hesitate
To break the seal on my ossuary
But if you find that's not enough
Go on and dig my dead bones up
Que sera sera, that's life, c'est la vie

God, how I love you, though you don't reciprocate it
Make me feel cold and berated
'Til I'm six feet under dirt
I'd like to think you'd change
Maybe mended all your ways
Is it food for thought or am I
Food for worms?

Ooooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh babe
It might sound somewhat crazy
You can call it lackadaisy
But I hope you're buried raw in the dirt

Ooooh, tell me all the ways
That you'd have me executed
Poisoned, maimed, electrocuted
Or just downright, flat-out, physically hurt

Ooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh babe
Ooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh babe
Ooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh babe
Ooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh babe

Ooooh, tell me all the ways
That I sound a little crazy
You can call it lackadaisy
But I hope you're buried raw in the dirt

Ooooh, tell me all the ways
That you'd have me executed
Poisoned, maimed, electrocuted
Or just downright, flat-out, physically hurt



Credits
Writer(s): June Pickle
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