I'll show you a trick with ants when The suns high in the sky we can Burn them up to crisy black shells See them crunched by old slow slick snails Light the fuse inside the dead bird Feather flurries rain on our heads Empty nests with three small brown eggs We'll think of something before the night ends Dont hurt a fly the all say Dont rape a girl in bright may Dont kill anyone ever Lay still extend this fever The suns just A big glass We're all ants I love you