| I'll show you a trick with | |
| ants when | |
| The sun's high in the sky | |
| we can | |
| Burn them up to crispy | |
| black shells | |
| See them crunched by | |
| old, slow, slick snails | |
| Light the fuse inside the | |
| dead bird | |
| Feather flurries rain on | |
| our heads | |
| Empty nest with three | |
| small brown eggs | |
| We'll think of something | |
| before the night falls | |
| Don't hurt a fly | |
| they all sang | |
| Don't rape a girl | |
| in bright may | |
| Don't kill anyone ever | |
| Lay still and stand | |
| this fever | |
| The sun's just | |
| A big glass | |
| We're all ants | |
| I love you |