Dave Matthews Band - Ants Marching Lyrics
He wakes up in the morningDoes his teeth bite to eat and hes rollingNever changes a thingThe week ends the week beginsShe thinks, we look at each otherWondering what the other is thinkingBut we never say a thingAnd these crimes between us grow deeperTake these chancesPlace them in a box until a quieter timeLights down, you up and dieGoes to visit his mommyShe feeds him well his concerns he forgets themAnd remembers being smallPlaying under the table and dreamingDriving along on this highwayAll these cars and upon the sidewalkPeople in every directionNo words exchanged, no time to exchange and whenAll the little ants are marchingRed and black antennae wavingThey all do it the sameThey all do it the same wayCandyman tempting the thoughts of aSweet tooth tortured by weit lossProgram cutting the cornersLoose end, loose end cut cutOn the fence, not to offendCut cut cut cutTake these chancesPlace them in a box until a quieter timeLights down you up and dieLights down you up and die
