Here they come shaking in their boots
They'll be skipping stones with your bones
When these ants know where to find you
And steal all your thunder
The windows will shutter and I'll wear a tie
And I'll wear a tie

Were you shaking in your boots?
Did it scare you half to death
When you saw the falling arrows?
Won't that be a sight? Won't that be a sight?

Here they come, attached at the hip
Swallowing swords when they soar
Now my clones know where to find you
Your bread and your butter, your dim flying colors
Will both pick a side and I'll wear a tie

Were you shaking in your boots?
Did it scare you half to death
When you saw the falling arrows?

Did you stop dead in your tracks
Or join the whole stampede
Just to keep from spilling over?
Won't that be a sight? Won't that be a sight?

Were you shaking in your boots?
Did it scare you half to death
When you saw the falling arrows?

Did you stop dead in your tracks
Or join the whole stampede
Just to keep from spilling over?
Won't that be a sight? Won't that be a sight?