Ants marching - live from portugal

He wakes up in the morning

Does his teeth, bite to eat, and he's rollin'

Never changes a thing

The week ends, the week begins

She thinks, we look at each other

Wonderin' what the other is thinking

But we never say a thing

As 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 in on 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

They all do it the same

They all do it the same way

Candyman tempting the thoughts of a

Sweet tooth tortured by weight loss

Program a-cutting the corners

A loose end, loose end, cut, cut

On the fence, care 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