P.O.S - Ants Lyrics
Mister of courseAKA of course we can pauseIn the sleep walkOf doin the rockThe days I be out___I’m feelin a little groggyBut yeah I remember nowWhat? Back to the huntThe individually wrapped servants nowSuck the fuckin’ life out of ‘em!Packaging we need more packagingComputers computers pleaseAll the robots are walking nowBack in the swing of thingsThey sing for the distraction it bringsI flap my jaws cuz I’m the oneWho works the crap outta these thingsFuck ‘em. Every day’s my birthdayI’ll make and break these insectsThen I send them on their wayPay me. Hoping flip the switchAnd some more ___We squeeze the peoplesTill the loose stools flies outThey go without I go withCoffee, teas and grabbin’ a slice of cakeI make these ___ little emceesAnd fill ‘em up greatHa, keep workingThe big return is comin’Just keep on marchin’ kidJust keep on marchin’ kid(Chorus)It’s movin’ inch by inchIt’s movin’ grain after grainMovin’ one by oneFor the universal brainNever flinch to get squishedNever stop consuming shitJust move your fucking legs for the queenAnd that’s itInch by inchMoving grain after grainMoving one by oneFor the universal brainNever flinch to get squishedNever stop consuming shitJust move your fucking legs for the queenAnd that’s itHop on top of a siloI’m screaming out for survivalI’m face to face with my rivalsMy papermate is my rifle (FIRE!)Down in that ant holeYou can follow disorderPut a stop to productionAll soldiers across the borderAnd boarded up tenementsResidents they’re spendin’ and send ‘em withShe smoked her life awayLady the baby’s innocentSo, don’t ever go against the grainCuz a rope is hangin for you off the frameOf mind a changing time you spentShe like: I ain’t chaning mineWell I can’t worry ‘bout your moneyYou can stay behindYou’re closed mindedYou can’t see through the openingI’m from the home of more rednecksThan bowling pinsInches by inchesWe’re swimmin’ down through the trenchesThe room will fill up with tensionThe instant we hit the entranceThe black army antJust watch you can’t get rid of meLoud in your crowdLike Mussolini in Italy(Chorus)
