Down along the banks where grows the tall weeds

In the rich red mud where the big worms feed

Lies a golden girl wrapped in tattered lace

She never understood just where was her place



Now she's gone, gone, gone with worms

Gone, gone, gone with the worms

Gone, gone, gone with the worms

Gone......, gone with the worms



The worms crawl in and out of her brain

As her rotting corpse lies out in the rain

Once she was a girl who all men adored

But she isn't very pretty anymore



She has no lips she has no eyes

And in her mouth she has a nrst of flies

Where she's buried i'll never tell

But you could find her just from the smell



Down along the banks where grows the tall weeds

In the rich red mud where the big worms feed

Lies the rotting corpse of a girl I once knew

Better watch out next one could be you