Hack-Poets Guild - Meat For Worms Lyrics
Hack-Poets Guild - Meat For Worms Lyrics
O meat for worms, O dew soon melted, O clot of bryttle clay
Why doest thou trust still to possess, that which will soon decay.
For as the leaf which with the wind, is dryin' to and fro
So shall thy pride and gorgeous fare, be put away also
Do sooner trust the letters written, upon melting ice
Then flattering chance of worldly gifts, unconstant as the dice.
O meat for worms, O dew soon melted, O clot of bryttle clay
Why doest thou trust still to possess, that which will soon decay.
In how short space doth slip away, these worldly pleasures all
Like shadows or such vanities, which soon do slide and fall
Why does the world both carke and care, for glory that is vain
Whose wealth departs for evermore, and will not come again.
O meat for worms, O dew soon melted, O clot of bryttle clay
Why doest thou trust still to possess, that which will soon decay.
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O meat for worms, O dew soon melted, O clot of bryttle clay
Why doest thou trust still to possess, that which will soon decay.
For as the leaf which with the wind, is dryin' to and fro
So shall thy pride and gorgeous fare, be put away also
Do sooner trust the letters written, upon melting ice
Then flattering chance of worldly gifts, unconstant as the dice.
O meat for worms, O dew soon melted, O clot of bryttle clay
Why doest thou trust still to possess, that which will soon decay.
In how short space doth slip away, these worldly pleasures all
Like shadows or such vanities, which soon do slide and fall
Why does the world both carke and care, for glory that is vain
Whose wealth departs for evermore, and will not come again.
O meat for worms, O dew soon melted, O clot of bryttle clay
Why doest thou trust still to possess, that which will soon decay.
Why doest thou trust still to possess, that which will soon decay.
For as the leaf which with the wind, is dryin' to and fro
So shall thy pride and gorgeous fare, be put away also
Do sooner trust the letters written, upon melting ice
Then flattering chance of worldly gifts, unconstant as the dice.
O meat for worms, O dew soon melted, O clot of bryttle clay
Why doest thou trust still to possess, that which will soon decay.
In how short space doth slip away, these worldly pleasures all
Like shadows or such vanities, which soon do slide and fall
Why does the world both carke and care, for glory that is vain
Whose wealth departs for evermore, and will not come again.
O meat for worms, O dew soon melted, O clot of bryttle clay
Why doest thou trust still to possess, that which will soon decay.
Writer: Nathaniel Mann
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Performed By: Hack-Poets Guild
Featuring: Marry Waterson, Lisa Knapp, Nathaniel Mann
Language: English
Length: 4:17
Written by: Nathaniel Mann