Does his teeth, bite to eat, and he's rollin

Never changes a thing

The week ends, the week begins



She thinks, we look at each other

Wonderin' what the other is thinking

But we never say a thing

As these crimes between us grow deeper



Take these chances 

Place them in a box until a quieter time 

Lights down, you up and die 



Goes to visit his mommy

She feeds him well his concerns he forgets them

And remembers being small

Playing under the table and dreaming



Take these chances

Place them in a box until a quieter time

Lights down, you up and die



Driving in on this highway

All these cars and upon the sidewalk

People in every direction

No words exchanged, no time to exchange



Ohhh...



And all the little ants are marching

Red and black antennae waving

They all do it the same

They all do it the same...way



Candyman tempting the thoughts of a

Sweet tooth tourtured by the weight loss

Program cutting the corners

Loose end, loose end cut cut

On the fence, but not to offend

Cut cut, cut cut



Take these chances

Place them in a box until a quieter time

Lights down, you up and die



Lights down you up and die



(original song written by D. Matthews)