They're living their lives at our feet
Making a meal of most all, anything
Can you blame them? Grabbing a taste of our skin
Probably ain't healthy for them, watch it puff when they pinch
Picking up traces of dust and the twigs
I'm sure you've stepped straight into a pile of them
Crawling up socks and then moving between
It's a second or two 'fore you notice a thing
Disrupting a life, times one million and five
They don't even question the motives in time
Maybe they do and, then, maybe it's cool
But they just go rebuild everything that we've ruined
Like an ant, ants
Goddamn it, we're like ants, ants
And I can understand, ants
Just like a common man, ants
When you're crawling and everybody's in it
When you're crawling and they don't see the difference
When you're crawling and they don't understand it (understand you)
When you're crawling and everybody's standing
I've played in the grove where it's sunny and hot
Some piles are Egyptian pyramids, some piles are not
The red ones have brown eyes (brown eyes) on the black ones
You can't see their black eyes against them, so small
What if we're all just another lost colony
Yet to live under a boot? I don't know if that's true
I'm just thinking and writing
And thinking and typing it through
When you're crawling and everybody isn't
When you're crawling and they don't see the difference
When you're crawling and everybody's standing up
When you're crawling and you don't know what the fuck (ants)
Goddamn it, we're like (goddamn it, we're like)
But I can understand (but I can understand)
You're crawling (just like a common man)
You're crawling to me, me (ants, ants, ants, ants)