Ants in the carpet count scraps for the queen
Got a pile of leaves the breeze scatters at ease
As a matter of fact I feel it dragging my sleeve
And hear my plasma gasping at the last of the heat
Pleading asking, backtrack to colonies
Under warmth of one queen, monogyny
With the Earth mother, Oedipus complexity
She own the only bed where we can rest in peace
Delusions of purpose and will fall when you bury 'em
In 2.5 by 8 plots so marry 'em
Choosing reproducing, seed sewn to carry 'em
Picket fence bordered around the formicarium
Floating for forty or more a show at the aquarium
Need some space they put me on the planetarium
My dog died a kind sympathizing veterinarian
Should tell you that your life is fucking over when you bury 'em

Leaves from the vine
Falling in so slow
Like fragile tiny shells
Drifting in the snow
Little, soldier boy
Comes marching home
Brave soldier boy
Comes marching home