Well I’m
standing here looking at you
What do I see?
I’m looking straight through
It’s
so sad
When you’re young
To be
told
You’re having fun
So
unplug the jukebox
And do us all a
favour
That music’s lost it’s taste
So try another flavour -
"antmusic"
Well I’m
standing here what do I see?
A big
nothing
Threatening me
It’s so
sad
When you’re young
To be told
You’re having fun
Don’t tread
on an ant he’s done nothing to you
There
might come a day
When he’s treading on
you
Don’t tread on an ant you’ll end up
black and blue
You cut off his head
Legs come looking for you
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