There's an ant crawling up your back in the nighttime. There's an ant crawling up your back in the nighttime. But you think that's OK while you're sleeping.
Make a hole with a gun perpendicular. To the name of this town in a desktop globe. Exit wound in a foreign nation. Showing the home of the one, this was written for.
This song is dedicated to all you modern day troubadours out there. And I think I know who you are. . I gotta get a job. I got to get some pay. My son's gotta go to art school.
I was born in a light house. My mother was the sea. I crawled to school each morning. When it occured to me that. Lifes just a mood ring we're not allowed to see.
You might be thinking that you're free. You might be sailing 'cross the sea. You might be staring at the stars,. But you'll be thinking. About me.. Me.