Black hat stranger - affluent as effluent Hides behind his mirror shades and crocodile smile Preying on the weak, the vulnerable and innocent All things pure and virginal he will defile. Shepherd of a flock of black sheep - he knows his charges well Their thirst for life is drowning down in his snow filled hell... They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie. Slaves to the only god they know, Drawn by the song of the cosmic diva The lord of the flies is a dandy beau King of the hill in the new Bohemia Where does he come from, their redeemer Where does he dwell? (they never learn) What is the prize for the true believer? Rotting away in the "Womb of the Worm"? Death is the hand of a handsome stranger - (he speaks, heads turn) Babes unaware of impending danger - quickening dead in the "Womb of the Worm" They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie. At the gravesides of sad lonely children Reason sits with a tear in her eye Killed in their prime - tell me why were they taken? It's not them but "the Worm" that should die. "Stabat Mater Dolorosa" - a grieving mother's sad refrain Chasing dragons in the subway, to kill the time and ease the pain. Words of "the Worm": "Don't be afraid - just take my hand 'cause life's too short to be a bore Try it once, you'll understand Why they keep coming back for more." Form an orderly line outside death's door If you want to taste his sweet amnesia He's never short of clientele Though most of them die from a fatal seizure Another mother cries to a chat-show host (she speaks - my stomach churns) I hear how a young kid - now a young ghost Died a sickening death in "the Womb of the Worm." They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie.