Song Description
Originally written with different lyrics (Shaman Hi) I changed them and called it the Marching Ants - might change back at some point...
| Song Length |
4:14 |
Genre |
Rock - Psychedelic, Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Tense, Heated |
Subject |
Freedom, Lies |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
The marching ants they never stop
Live to serve until they drop
Toiling endlessly away
And when they're gone there's more ants on the way
Bleating sheep they always flock
One mind between them they don't see a lot
At the mercy of the shepherd's laws
Oblivious to what he has in store
(The butcher lives next door)
Plastic soldier army squad
And the killing hands of every face of god
Await the word to kill their brothers
And go to war, and destroy each other
The slaves that used to fill the ships
Now sit and let their TV's crack the whips
It's clockwork constant everywhere
Well there's one thing that all these creatures share
(Yeah, onwards and up the stairs)
The leaders who they give their lives to
Sit on top and enjoy the view
As all their dirty work gets done
Then they sell us back the light from the sun
Behind closed doors they plot and mould the world
All around us through every boy and girl
It stays like this every day
And the marching ants, they still toil away
(Buying an ant box for their final day)