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Across This Antheap

Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers, nurses, queens and drones.

Wish they'd leave my head tonight, let me rest my bones.

(Ziggedy zig zag just look at 'em.) A billion feet sound just like

a billion drums. A bed is creaking as the new messiah comes. The

cars are crashing and the bacon is hacked. The coffin's lowered and

the lunches get packed. Still segregating 'cause we insects are too

proud. Doesn't matter what colour of cat you are there's no dogs

allowed.

And the screaming sky won't let me sleep. The stars are laughing at

us, as we crawl on and on across this antheap.

War planes go over but no wages go 'round. A sign goes up to say

hey we're twin towned. The dough is rising but no bread will be

baked. The fur is genuine but the orgasm's faked. We're spending

millions to learn to speak porpoise, when human loneliness is still a

deafening noise.

And the screaming sky won't let me sleep. The stars are laughing at

us, as we crawl on and on across this antheap.

Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers, nurses, queens and drones.

Wish they'd leave my head tonight, and let me rest my bones.

And all the world's babies are crying still. While all the police

cars harmonize with power drills. As jets and kettles form a chord

with screeching gulls. Accompanied by truncheons keeping time on

human skulls.

And the screaming sky won't let me sleep. The stars are laughing at

us, as we crawl on and on past lovers who'll leap. On and on past

widows who'll weep. On and on no more than skin deep. On and on

across this antheap

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