Ants - Steven Wright

Ants in the dark

Dance in the park

Crawling, creeping in the mud

Down under the hands of god

Serving all the mothers thirst

Bleeding from the mothers birth

We await the fires flame

We´re not ashamed — no one´s to blame

There will be a rise after the fall

Sleeping, below the sun

Hunted — always on the run

Eating ourselves in misery

Throwing up the history

We await the fires flame

We´re not ashamed — no one´s to blame

There will be a rise after the fall

We wait for the sun to rise and

We´re the plague which we despise

We´re just pleasant when we lose it all

And we dance in the midnight moon

Here under a pale sky in the winds of doom

And we´re dancing in the midnight