He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth bite to eat and he rollin
Never changes a thing
The week ends, the week begins

She thinks, we look at eachother
Wonderin what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
For these crimes between us grow deeper

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die

Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well has concerns he forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming

Driving along this highway
All these cars and upon the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged, no time to exchange

Ohhh...

All the little ants are marching
Ren and black antennae waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same...way

Candyman tempting the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tourtured by the weight loss
Program cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end cut cut
On the fence, not to offend
Cut cut cut cut

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die