Power gets you high, power gets you high
Power gets you high, power power gets you high


Such a small affair
Bum, bah buh
No, nuh uh
Oh yeah
Oh no


Like a gun to the head
Maybe next time
You won't let me fail you twice
You will dance me to my deathbed
Like a gun to the head, like a gun to the head
Maybe next time
You won't let me fail you twice
You will dance me to my deathbed
Like a gun to the head


Power gets you high, power gets you high
Power gets you high, power power gets you high
Power gets you high, power gets you high
Gets gets you high, power gets you high

Oh no
You've been letting me down
You've been letting me down
All this time


My my oh my
What a sad little life
We lead, don't we?
Can't even say we tried
Do you remember when we had
Almost nothing to lose?
And you said that was real freedom
For it was freedom to choose


How to fill all the hours
How to spend all the days
But you found it too much
And it made you afraid
So you work and you slave
And you save for a sunny day
Like a gun to the head


Like a gun to the head
Maybe next time
You don't have to tell me twice
You will dance me to my deathbed
Like a gun to the head, like a gun to the head
Maybe next time
You don't have to tell me twice, and
You will dance me to my deathbed
Like a gun to the head

Power gets you high, power gets you high
Power gets you high, power power gets you high
Power gets you high, power gets you high
Gets gets you high, power gets you high


And in a manner of speaking, speaking
For the final time
You had me, and lost me
Why was I surprised?
When I first saw the news, saw the injured and dead
And I knew it was you, from the second I read
That the suspect was found
with a worm crawling from her mouth
And a gun to the head

Here Henry Lies
Where do we go when die?
Will there be an afterlife?
Or will worms eat us in our deathbeds?
(Power gets you high, power gets you high
P-p-power gets you high, Power gets you high
Gets gets you high, power gets you high
Gets you high, high high)

Power! (Power!)
Power! (Power!)
Power! (Power!)
You my boy!
(Power!) You my boy!
(Power!)
(I'm crawling round your body now, my worm child)


Ho yay, ho yay! All good citizens of Wyrmlands
harken unto these words!
The Worshipful Worm has commanded
that I make known unto you that henceforth
the crimes of grunting and consuming worms
under the flag of Henry Spychalski's
so-called "Grunter Rebels"
will be sentenced to death by public execution
in the town square!
Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh
Cow, chicken, pig, human!
Cow, chicken, pig, human!
What's the difference? What's the difference?
What's the d–