That's The Worm's Game

Lyrics by Nick Osbourne and Richard Yates

Agujero de gusano

El insecto, mi hermano

Agujero de gusano

Te quiero, mi hermano

Llenaré su garganta de materia exótica

Y seré un fantasma en el pasado

Pero te prometo

¡No voy matar a mi abuelo!

Vacuum fluctuations during transportation could annihilate your hole

The worm would rather you be your own father than remake broken bones

Don’t be your child!

If you even make it past the tonsils

You’ll be squeezed like spunk from an onion (I’m all fucking shook up!)

There’s a light in the hole

But the worm will only fold

You’ll be left with monkey egg on your face

Or in 1442 you might invent chicken soup

And your father will be poisoned by the same

That’s the worm’s game

Wonderful

Oh darling you’re wonderful

And I want you to know the truth

As I go through the wormhole

But I want you to know that Nature hates your kind

And so devised the Chronology Protection Agency

Todo es gusano, Elvis

Abre los brazos, Elvis

No es peligroso, cariño

Quiero el pasado

Todos hombres enterrados

Las palabras, las bebidas, cariño

¡No, Elvis, no!

Debo hallarme en el pasado mañana mismo

Y jugaré con la luz de un universo paralelo

¡Sígame, Elvis, sígame!

Dentro el agujero de gusano

¿Para quién es la paella con pollo?

And in the tunnel there’ll be fourteen visions

That will come and go

And the very last will be death … death with your mother’s face on it

There’s a devil in the worm

So that when you take your turn

He will crush you like a winkle in a vice

Or in 1893 you might shoot Butch Cassidy

But then perish of a bee sting on the plains

That’s the worm’s game

¿Cuánto tiempo lleva aquí, Elvis?

Lo siento, no hablo español

Pero me gusta … ¿hamburgers?

!Hamburgers!