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


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?


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?