Ants Marching (Live)

He wakes up in the morning

Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling

He 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

And these crimes between us grow deeper, yeah

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, hey

Driving along this highway

All these cars and upon the sidewalk

People in every direction

No words exchanged, no time to exchange

Oh, when all the little ants are marching

Red and black antennae waving

We all do it the same

We all do it the same way, yeah

Candyman tempting the thoughts of a sweet tooth

Tortured by weight loss

Program cutting the corners

Loose end, loose end

Cut, cut on the fence try 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, oh

Yeah

Lights down, you up and die