Worm lyrics

[Hook]

Fresh is the worm in the bread

Fresh is the worm in the bread

There's a worm in my bottle of tequila

Now mama says that I'm dead

Fresh is the worm in the bread

Fresh is the worm in my head

There's a worm in my bottle of Kombucha

Mama says that I'm dead

[Verse 1]

Dead, what a big word

For such a little kid

Yeah you got big nerves

But all it takes is a little pinch

You turn throw the pitch

I swing, learn to miss

Forgive me for singing out of tune

And striving for something I'll probably never get

But I will never lose no

Cause I run the race in someone else's shoes slow

I like feelin' new, and if you don't like me

I'm probably not for you

I like feelin' new, and if you don't like me

I'm probably not for you, oh

I like feel new, and if you don't like me

Fuck you!

And I don't got much but I got good friends

Food in the fridge and a cozy bed

Yeah your intelligence is free

But your development is arrested

And you're flying

You look so happy dying

Man, you got the whole family crying

Spreadin lies around town like a dandelion

Say go, go get 'em tiger

Trying to smell your roses

But I'm so sick and tired

I should probably be building my machine

But I'm too busy tryin ta figure out who clipped the wires

And the reason that I do this

To help a few people get re-inspired

Fresh, not to prove that I'm higher

No sticks and stones add fuel to my fire

[Hook]

Fresh is the worm in the bread

Fresh is the worm in the bread

There's a worm in my bottle of tequila

Now mama says that I'm dead

Fresh is the worm in the bread

Fresh is the worm in my head

There's a worm in my bottle of Kombucha

Mama says that I'm dead

Fresh

Fresh

Fresh

Fresh

That fresh is the worm in the bread

Fresh is the worm in my head

There's a worm in my bottle of Kombucha

And, uh, mama says that I'm dead

[Verse 2]

Young boy, you act like you own the world

You don't even know how to know the world

You tryna shape and mold the world

But you're too afraid to get close and hold the world

And so you sold the world

Yeah you sold a world for a poster girl

And now you're cold with chills

But the poster girl you bought holds the pills

And I work so hard to make the ends meat

Started up a chicken farm, the town eats red meat

A shrink, that I don't need

I know why I make art, to change the way the people think

An eye to eye, an I can relate

You're so wise when you're awake

I wake up early and go to bed late

Fly like a birdie and lie like a snake

And they act so hard trying to act like the sweethearts

Till you get close enough to pick up the teeth marks

Mom says be smart, get as deep as you can get

Untill you can't and depart

Ya, I got a deep heart

You got time to shine

And it will be dark

I wonder what we'll find alive inside

[Hook]

Fresh is the worm in the bread

Fresh is the worm in the bread

There's a worm in my bottle of tequila

Now mama says that I'm dead

Fresh is the worm in the bread

Fresh is the worm in my head

There's a worm in my bottle of Kombucha

Mama says that I'm dead

• Artist:Kristoff Krane
• Album:Fanfaronade (2012)