Flat on the ground
Face on cement
A crowd gathers round
His old black coat
Thrown over his head
The crowd's all hushed
Cause it looks like he's dead
He's got a limited view
Just one patch of light
Shining down
On a curious sight
Parasol ants
In a perfect line
With bright green leaves
Raised up high
And he is God and those leaves are sails
He is God and his breath is the gale
He is God with time to kill
He is God and he can do just what he will
But God is bored
So it's, what the hell
He let's go a gust
Just to watch them flail
The ants go flying
In disarray
Those bright green leaves
All blown away
[Chorus:]
But God's got problems
He's busted, but good
He ain't nothin'
Just a well-known local hood
The ants keep coming
They pay him no mind
They've got leaves to move
They just march on by
[Chorus:]
The thief is down Flat on the ground Face on cement A crowd gathers round His old black coat Thrown over his head The crowd's all hushed Cause it looks like he's dead He's got a limited view Just one patch of light Shining down On a curious sight Parasol ants In a perfect line With bright green leaves Raised up high And he is God and those leaves are sails He is God and his breath is the gale He is God with time to kill He is God and he can do just what he will But God is bored So it's, what the hell He let's go a gust Just to watch them flail The ants go flying In disarray Those bright green leaves All blown away [Chorus:] But God's got problems He's busted, but good He ain't nothin' Just a well-known local hood The ants keep coming They pay him no mind They've got leaves to move They just march on by [Chorus:] Explain Request ×
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