Wormwood, wormwood
Lives inside a skull
Wormwood, wormwood
Life is never dull

Wormwood, wormwood
Loves his pints of beer
Wormwood, wormwood
Doesn’t know of fear

And him and Mr. Pendulum
Are hiring a stripper
To help them stop a monster
With bullets and triggers

So crossbow nights are Tuesday
And tentacles can stink
And when they all are dead
We can go and have a drink

Wormwood, wormwood
Corpsing up the place
Wormwood, wormwood
Staples in in his face

Wormwood, wormwood
Quick enhancement spell
Wormwood, wormwood
Covers up the smell