Ants Lyrics
| Song | Ants |
| Artist | P.O.S. |
| Album | Ipecac Neat |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Mister of course | |
| AKA of course we can pause | |
| In the sleep walk | |
| I'm dreamin about | |
| The days I'll be outlined in chalk | |
| I’m feelin a little groggy | |
| But yeah I remember now | |
| What? Back to the hunt | |
| The individually wrapped servants now | |
| Suck the fuckin’ life out of ‘em! | |
| Packaging we need more packaging | |
| Computers computers please | |
| All the robots are walking now | |
| Back in the swing of things | |
| They sing for the distraction it brings | |
| I flap my jaws cuz I’m the one | |
| Who works the crap outta these things | |
| Fuck ‘em. Every day’s my birthday | |
| I’ll make and break these insects | |
| Then I send them on their way | |
| Pay me. Hoping flip the switch | |
| And some more Olestra | |
| We squeeze the peoples | |
| Till the loose stools flies out | |
| They go without I go with | |
| Coffee, teas and grabbin’ a slice of cake | |
| I make these ___ little emcees | |
| And fill ‘em up great | |
| Ha, keep working | |
| The big return is comin’ | |
| Just keep on marchin’ kid | |
| Just keep on marchin’ kid | |
| (Chorus) | |
| It’s movin’ inch by inch | |
| It’s movin’ grain after grain | |
| Movin’ one by one | |
| For the universal brain | |
| Never flinch to get squished | |
| Never stop consuming shit | |
| Just move your fucking legs for the queen | |
| And that’s it | |
| Inch by inch | |
| Moving grain after grain | |
| Moving one by one | |
| For the universal brain | |
| Never flinch to get squished | |
| Never stop consuming shit | |
| Just move your fucking legs for the queen | |
| And that’s it | |
| Hop on top of a silo | |
| I’m screaming out for survival | |
| I’m face to face with my rivals | |
| My papermate is my rifle (FIRE!) | |
| Down in that ant hole | |
| You can follow disorder | |
| Put a stop to production | |
| All soldiers across the border | |
| And boarded up tenements | |
| Residents they’re spendin’ and send ‘em with | |
| She smoked her life away | |
| Lady the baby’s innocent | |
| So, don’t ever go against the grain | |
| Cuz a rope is hangin for you off the frame | |
| Of mind a changing time you spent | |
| She like: I ain’t chaning mine | |
| Well I can’t worry ‘bout your money | |
| You can stay behind | |
| You’re closed minded | |
| You can’t see through the opening | |
| I’m from the home of more rednecks | |
| Than bowling pins | |
| Inches by inches | |
| We’re swimmin’ down through the trenches | |
| The room will fill up with tension | |
| The instant we hit the entrance | |
| The black army ant | |
| Just watch you can’t get rid of me | |
| Loud in your crowd | |
| Like Mussolini in Italy | |
| (Chorus) |
| Mister of course | |
| AKA of course we can pause | |
| In the sleep walk | |
| I' m dreamin about | |
| The days I' ll be outlined in chalk | |
| I' m feelin a little groggy | |
| But yeah I remember now | |
| What? Back to the hunt | |
| The individually wrapped servants now | |
| Suck the fuckin' life out of ' em! | |
| Packaging we need more packaging | |
| Computers computers please | |
| All the robots are walking now | |
| Back in the swing of things | |
| They sing for the distraction it brings | |
| I flap my jaws cuz I' m the one | |
| Who works the crap outta these things | |
| Fuck ' em. Every day' s my birthday | |
| I' ll make and break these insects | |
| Then I send them on their way | |
| Pay me. Hoping flip the switch | |
| And some more Olestra | |
| We squeeze the peoples | |
| Till the loose stools flies out | |
| They go without I go with | |
| Coffee, teas and grabbin' a slice of cake | |
| I make these ___ little emcees | |
| And fill ' em up great | |
| Ha, keep working | |
| The big return is comin' | |
| Just keep on marchin' kid | |
| Just keep on marchin' kid | |
| Chorus | |
| It' s movin' inch by inch | |
| It' s movin' grain after grain | |
| Movin' one by one | |
| For the universal brain | |
| Never flinch to get squished | |
| Never stop consuming shit | |
| Just move your fucking legs for the queen | |
| And that' s it | |
| Inch by inch | |
| Moving grain after grain | |
| Moving one by one | |
| For the universal brain | |
| Never flinch to get squished | |
| Never stop consuming shit | |
| Just move your fucking legs for the queen | |
| And that' s it | |
| Hop on top of a silo | |
| I' m screaming out for survival | |
| I' m face to face with my rivals | |
| My papermate is my rifle FIRE! | |
| Down in that ant hole | |
| You can follow disorder | |
| Put a stop to production | |
| All soldiers across the border | |
| And boarded up tenements | |
| Residents they' re spendin' and send ' em with | |
| She smoked her life away | |
| Lady the baby' s innocent | |
| So, don' t ever go against the grain | |
| Cuz a rope is hangin for you off the frame | |
| Of mind a changing time you spent | |
| She like: I ain' t chaning mine | |
| Well I can' t worry ' bout your money | |
| You can stay behind | |
| You' re closed minded | |
| You can' t see through the opening | |
| I' m from the home of more rednecks | |
| Than bowling pins | |
| Inches by inches | |
| We' re swimmin' down through the trenches | |
| The room will fill up with tension | |
| The instant we hit the entrance | |
| The black army ant | |
| Just watch you can' t get rid of me | |
| Loud in your crowd | |
| Like Mussolini in Italy | |
| Chorus |
| Mister of course | |
| AKA of course we can pause | |
| In the sleep walk | |
| I' m dreamin about | |
| The days I' ll be outlined in chalk | |
| I' m feelin a little groggy | |
| But yeah I remember now | |
| What? Back to the hunt | |
| The individually wrapped servants now | |
| Suck the fuckin' life out of ' em! | |
| Packaging we need more packaging | |
| Computers computers please | |
| All the robots are walking now | |
| Back in the swing of things | |
| They sing for the distraction it brings | |
| I flap my jaws cuz I' m the one | |
| Who works the crap outta these things | |
| Fuck ' em. Every day' s my birthday | |
| I' ll make and break these insects | |
| Then I send them on their way | |
| Pay me. Hoping flip the switch | |
| And some more Olestra | |
| We squeeze the peoples | |
| Till the loose stools flies out | |
| They go without I go with | |
| Coffee, teas and grabbin' a slice of cake | |
| I make these ___ little emcees | |
| And fill ' em up great | |
| Ha, keep working | |
| The big return is comin' | |
| Just keep on marchin' kid | |
| Just keep on marchin' kid | |
| Chorus | |
| It' s movin' inch by inch | |
| It' s movin' grain after grain | |
| Movin' one by one | |
| For the universal brain | |
| Never flinch to get squished | |
| Never stop consuming shit | |
| Just move your fucking legs for the queen | |
| And that' s it | |
| Inch by inch | |
| Moving grain after grain | |
| Moving one by one | |
| For the universal brain | |
| Never flinch to get squished | |
| Never stop consuming shit | |
| Just move your fucking legs for the queen | |
| And that' s it | |
| Hop on top of a silo | |
| I' m screaming out for survival | |
| I' m face to face with my rivals | |
| My papermate is my rifle FIRE! | |
| Down in that ant hole | |
| You can follow disorder | |
| Put a stop to production | |
| All soldiers across the border | |
| And boarded up tenements | |
| Residents they' re spendin' and send ' em with | |
| She smoked her life away | |
| Lady the baby' s innocent | |
| So, don' t ever go against the grain | |
| Cuz a rope is hangin for you off the frame | |
| Of mind a changing time you spent | |
| She like: I ain' t chaning mine | |
| Well I can' t worry ' bout your money | |
| You can stay behind | |
| You' re closed minded | |
| You can' t see through the opening | |
| I' m from the home of more rednecks | |
| Than bowling pins | |
| Inches by inches | |
| We' re swimmin' down through the trenches | |
| The room will fill up with tension | |
| The instant we hit the entrance | |
| The black army ant | |
| Just watch you can' t get rid of me | |
| Loud in your crowd | |
| Like Mussolini in Italy | |
| Chorus |
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