Ants Marching

He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth, bite to eat, and he's rolling
Never changes a thing
The week ends, the week begins, she thinks

We look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
These crimes between us grow deeper

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die

Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well
His concerns he forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die

Driving along this highway
All these cars and upon the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged, no time to exchange

When all the little ants are marching
Red and black antennae waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way

Candyman tempting the thought of a sweet tooth
Tortured by a weight loss program
Cutting the corners

Loose end, loose end
Cut cut
On the fence, not to offend
Cut cut, cut cut

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Lights down, you up and die

Lights down, you up and die

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