(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  CHORUS  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  CHORUS  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  CHORUS  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  CHORUS  -----------------------------------------------------