From the recording Go Down to the Low Down
Lyrics
Your words may be worms, but I know the truth,
and the truth is a bird who eats worms for breakfast.
And through the air she flies on the winds of your lies
with strength only found from eating worms from your mouth.
Hear her sing! Hear her song! I am singing along!
While your words lay dead on the ground, on the ground,
while your words lay dead on the ground.