This Grounds Town

He's in his room, hasn't said a word.
Something's happened to this Ground's Town.
Never saw him anymore 'till I heard
him (in his room) fall down.
There's people crying in their gardens.
It's all backfired, everything's gone brown.
Someone's playing Santa Claus
and on all fours (Rover-like)
Doggy calm down.
Falling down under the influence of
love and passion.
Nearly blessed my hide operation
in the ground of Nature.
Now...
...Something's killing me, can't find a cure,
give it up, choosing my own fate.
My time is giving up.
Time living up to the height of my Empire State.
Then there's the wooden ones crying all the time.
They got the worms, their Father's died,
and they all tasted just like chocolate
pigs and sheep-chickens taste just like someone died.
Turning new leaves, nothing's wrong wormwise
everything's wise, nothing's wrong.
They've got a new song.
And falling down under the influence of
love and passion.
Nearly blessed my hide operation
in the ground of Nature.
Now...
Everyone makes mistakes.
Take a pill if you're ill after every meal.
Then have loads of babies and feed them to
show them how you can feel.
Then there's the wooden ones
Cry all the time (they got the worms)
Morning Wrigglies!
I see you turned over new leaves
but nothing wrong wormwise.
(they got a new song)
and it goes...
"We dream all night we are awake,
we chomp on wood, we're worm (not snake)
we make the tiny wood ones cry,
the pain is hard, they want to die,
they pain
we go away,
goodbye."
"Goodbye" everyone smiles,
(we drift for miles)
They cry, wooden ones crying all the time,
they got the worms,
Morning Wrigglies! I see you've
turned over new leaves
(and I like your new song)
Falling down under the influence of
love and passion.
Nearly blessed my hide operation
in the ground of Nature.
Now...
He's in his room, hasn't said a word.
Something's happened to this Ground's Town.
Never saw him anymore 'till I heard
him (in his room) fall down.
"We dream all night we are awake,
we chomp on wood, we're worm (not snake)
we make the tiny wood ones cry,
the pain is hard, they want to die,
they pain
we go away,
goodbye."
"...pain is hard, they want to die,
they pain
we go away,
goodbye."
"...pain is hard, they want to die,
they pain
we go away,
goodbye."
"Goodbye" everyone smiles,
(we drift for miles)
Travel quite far if we go by car
clean and happy as most of us are.