| They’re living their lives at our feet
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| Making a meal of most all anything
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| Can you blame them?
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| Grabbing a taste of our skin
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| Probably ain’t healthy for them
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| Watch it puff when the pinch
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| Picking up traces
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| Of dust and the twigs
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| I’m sure you’ve stepped straight
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| Into a pile of them!
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| Crawling up socks
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| And then moving between
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| Its a second or two
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| Before you notice a thing
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| Disrupting a life
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| Times one million and five
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| They don’t even question
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| The motive in time
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| Maybe they do
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| And then maybe its cool
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| But they just go rebuild
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| Everything that we’ve ruined
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| Like an ant
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| God damn it we’re like ants, ants
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| And I can understand, ants
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| Just the common man, ants
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| When you’re crawling and everybody isn’t
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| When you’re crawling and they don’t see the difference
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| When you’re crawling and they don’t understand it
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| When you’re crawling and everybody’s standing
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| I’ve played in the grove
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| Where its sunny and hot
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| Some piles are egyptian pyramids
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| Some piles are not
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| The red ones have brown eyes
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| On the black ones
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| You can’t see their black eyes
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| Against them, so small
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| What if we are all,
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| Just another lost colony
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| Yet to live under a boot?
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| I don’t know if that’s true
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| I’m just thinking and writing
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| And thinking and typing it through
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| When you’re crawling and everybody isn’t
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| When you’re crawling and they don’t see the difference
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| When you’re crawling and everybody’s standing up
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| When you’re crawling and you don’t know what the fuck
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| Ants
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| God damn it we’re like
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| God damn it we’re like
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| But I can understand
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| But I can understand
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| You’re crawling
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| You’re crawling to me, me |