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You may not like
The things we do
Only idiots
Ignore the truth
It's easy to
Lay down and hide
Where's the warrior
Without his pride?
We're gonna move real good - yeah right
We're gonna dress so fine -
OK It's
Dog eat dog eat dog eat dog
Eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog
Leapfrog the dog
And brush me daddy-O
It makes me proud
So proud of you
I see innocence
Shining through
Well I'm standing here looking at you
What do I see?
I'm looking straight through
It's so sad
When you're young
To be told
You're having fun
So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour
"Antmusic"
Well I'm standing here what do I see?
A big nothing
Threatening me
It's so sad
When you're young
To be told
You're having fun
Don't tread on an ant he's done nothing to you
And there might come a day
When he's treading on you
Don't tread on an ant you'll end up black and blue
You cut off his head
Legs come looking for you
A few dollars more
They'll hang me high
But still my spirit
Will survive
There's money over there
But not for long
Soon my worries
Will be gone
Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros (Eastwood)
Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros
And there's a bullet with my name on it
Times-a-coming
When a new breed say
Welcome tomorrow
Instead of yesterday
My times-a-coming
When those despised
Take shelter from the power
Of my Kiowa eyes
Too emotional am I?
Too emotional am I?
With a spirit soaring
Ten miles high
I sing loud words that make me cry
Too emotional are we?
Too emotional are we?
Defying all security
I mean to keep this fire in me
Because you're feeding me
To the lions
You're feeding me
To the lions
Feeding me
To the lions
Too emotional are you?
Too emotional are you?
With just one heart
To see you through
A world where facts are so untrue
We are guilty
We are beyond hope
We beg to differ
We are a terminal case
Press Darlings
Press Darlings
Press Darlings
Press Darlings
We depress
The Press
Darlings
We're on the outside
But we're not looking in
We are the vaseline gang
We don't play your little games
And if evil be the food of genius
There aren't many demons around
If passion ends in fashion
Nick Kent is the best dressed man in town
Are we different?
No, we are exactly the same
There are no boxes for us
The ones you love to hate
So read on
And if evil be the food of genius
There aren't many demons around
If passion end in fashion
Bushell is the best dressed man in town
(And they tell fibs)
10.35 and I hope I've made
The right decision
My heart is beating I'm alive
But I don't call this living
Rationalise till I'm blue in the face
You cannot lose if you throw the race
I'm still searching for the
Ants invasion
10.36 and I hope I've made
The right decision
Ninety eight point four's the bore
With twenty twenty vision
You want a thrill so you come and see me
A cheap line in fantasy
But I'm still searching for the
Ants invasion
If I'd the courage
I would make my way home
Too many antics in the forbidden zone
10.38 and I think I've made
The wrong decision
Another lifeless man with a strange incision
I hope that insect doesn't see me
He's not renowned for his courtesy
I'm not searching for the
Ants invasion
I live the life that I've been left
I leave most things unspoken
But deep inside Geronimo is tearing me apart
I've seen him in the streets
And I've seen him in the pictures
Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Now's the time I must digress
From going through the motions
Take my head out of it's sling
Free the warrior
I'll fight him in my dreams
And I'll fight him till he kills me
Killer in the home
Killer in the home
They cut you in half with a gun
And give you a bandaid
They cut you in half with a gun
And give you a bandaid
Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer
Is the home
A new Royal Family
A wild nobility
We are the family
I feel beneath the White
There is a red skin suffering
From centuries of taming
"No method in our madness
Just pride about our manner
Antpeople are the warriors
Antmusic is the banner!"
And even when you're healthy
And your colour schemes delight
Down below those dandy clothes
You're just a shade too white
Shade too white!
Shade too white!
I feel beneath the white
There is a red skin suffering
From centuries of taming...
Long ago in London town
A man called Ant sat deeply sighing
He was wondering
Which side of the fence he was on
Prick up your ears...
Time went by and soon
The one was five young hombres
Burning fire
They were in no doubt
Which side of the fence they were on
Prick up your ears (mag-nificent five)...
He who writes in blood
Doesn't want to be read
He must be learned by heart
He's got to be learned by heart
They believed in sex and looking good
With their own brand of music
They weren't pandering
So which side of the fence
Are you on?
Music for a future age
Don't be square be there
All good clean fun
(Whatever that means)
Antmusic for sexpeople
Sexmusic for antpeople
Get off your knees
And hear the insect prayer
Dirk wears white sox
The brain will suffer
So ride hard ride clean
How reputations scare
And love goes to war
(Whatever that means)
Antmusic for sexpeople
Sexmusic for antpeople
Get off your knees
And hear the insect prayer
You may not like it now but you will
(The future will not stand still)
In days of old, when ships were bold
Just like the men who sailed them
And if they showed us disrespect
We'd tie them up and flail them
Often men of low degree
And often men of steel
Who'd make you walk the plank alone
Or haul you 'round the keel
Hoist the Jolly Roger! (3x)
It's your money that we want
And your money we shall have!
Of all the pirates on the seas
The worst of them was Blackbeard
So damnable the beast from hell
He was the one they most feared
Any man who sailed with him
Was taking quite a chance
He'd hang them from the gallows
Just to see if they could dance (ha! ha!)
Blackfoot-Pawnee-Cheyenne-Crow
Apache
Arapaho
The human beings
Goklayeh-ho
