Mister Ant

I see the bricks you bake

I see the wood you saw

I love to watch you

Toil in the clattering dawn

I baked our bread

And made our milk

And now I feed the fleas

As the worms are oozing silk

Don't stop to think now

Or even breathe

Cause when we're like this

Our souls don't dare to leave

I see in snapshots

Click clack click clack doo

Can you see the point

In how much I like you?

CHORUS

I want to be a family

I want to be a home

I want to keep you in a cave

And never let you go

I want to be the map you read

The basket for the bone

I want to be the hand that feeds

I want to be a home

Your home

Tin cans and grapevines

Growing at our door

The bustling ants nest

Seeping through the floor

One hundred soldiers

Marching down our road

Each with a letter on his back

To spell a secret code

I see the mud you make

I see the mess we're in

I want to end with a smile

Cause that's how we begin

CHORUS