(Brian Johnson/Dale Garrard/Raleigh Planty)
Down along the banks where grow 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
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Now she's gone, gone gone gone, gone with the worms worms
She's gone, gone gone gone, gone with the worms
She's gone, gone gone gone, gone with the worms
She's gone, gone gone gone, gone with the worms
Seh's gone, gone gone 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
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She has no lips, she has no eyes
In her mouth she has a nest of flies
Where she's buried I'll never tell
But you can find her just from the smell
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Down along the banks where grow 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
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