
Date of issue: 26.09.1994
Song language: English
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 |
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 in on 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 thoughts of a |
Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss |
Program cutting the corners |
Loose end, loose end, cut, cut |
On the fence, could 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 |