Fanfaronade: Worm

[Chorus]

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 my head
Fresh is the worm in my head
There’s a worm in my bottle of Kombucha
Mama says that I’m dead

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.

[Chorus]

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 my head
Fresh is the worm in my head
There’s a worm in my bottle of Kombucha
Mama says that I’m dead

Fresh (4x)

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.

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
Until you can’t and depart
Ya, I gotta deep heart
You got time to shine
And it will be dark
I wonder what we’ll find alive inside.

[Chorus]
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 my head
Fresh is the worm in my head
There’s a worm in my bottle of Kombucha
Mama says that I’m dead