Mant
And the ants go marching one by one
Into the house, they burn it down
There are no survivors
They all become ash and settle down on the ground
And the children scream
And the women cry
And the old men shout
And the young men rise and take their place as next in line
And I tell you it's not right
Wipe that smile off your face
A familiar grin that I can't place
But you were gone without a trace
I've been waiting on your devil touch
Into the house, they burn it down
There are no survivors
They all become ash and settle down on the ground
And the children scream
And the women cry
And the old men shout
And the young men rise and take their place as next in line
And I tell you it's not right
Wipe that smile off your face
A familiar grin that I can't place
But you were gone without a trace
I've been waiting on your devil touch
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Writer(s): Lee Roberts
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