I'll show you a trick with 
ants when 
The sun's high in the sky 
we can 
Burn them up to crispy 
black shells 
See them crunched by 
old, slow, slick snails 

Light the fuse inside the 
dead bird 
Feather flurries rain on 
our heads 
Empty nest with three 
small brown eggs 
We'll think of something 
before the night falls 

Don't hurt a fly 
they all sang 
Don't rape a girl 
in bright may 
Don't kill anyone ever 
Lay still and stand 
this fever 

The sun's just 
A big glass 
We're all ants 
I love you