Although we often wondered
It was no thing of wonder
The sh** that flew from our minds
Gra** stains and fresh fruit
Reminds our shoes of horse glue
On this ridiculous climb
With great tunnel vision
We built ourselves a mission
To ride out motives decide
Oh, with vague description
Of what we have been missing
So why would anyone try?
It was always worth it
That’s the part I seem to hide
And the busy ant empire
Put all your clothes inside