copyright Chris Lizotte
Here's to the women abandoned by her husband
Who left her for another woman
And to her children for half the love they've been given
Has left them all of a sudden
Blessed are those who mourn
For they shall receive great comfort
But still i found death seems to bring forth life
All your heartaches
All your sufferings
All your trials...
Are Gold
Here's to the woman who's left to raise her children
She doesn't know the first thing about how to make a living
And all the birthdays, and ballgames, and Christma
Ants Marching
Ants Marching
He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth, bite to eat and he's rolling
Never changes a thing
The week ends, the week begins
She thinks, we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
And 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 when...
All the little ants are marching
Red and black antennae waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way, yeah
Candyman tempting the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by weight loss programs
Cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end, cut cut
On the fence, try 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.