And the ants go marching on

Through the hills they sing their song

For the good of the world they carry on



But when the winter comes my darlings where will you go?

I built a little shelter for your hearts in my backyard.



Man kills man

Man kills god

Man kills everything that he can get his hands on



Governments are planning their next bombing masquerade

Who will do it first and when they do who will get paid



Man kills man

Man kills god

Man kills everything that he can get his hands on



Perhaps a single word before the sun begins to rust

Are we just shadows and dust?