And the ants go marching on 
Through the hills they sing their song 
For the good of the world they carry on 
But when the winter comes my darlings where will you go? 
I built a little shelter for your hearts in my backyard. 
Man kills man 
Man kills god 
Man kills everything that he can get his hands on 
Governments are planning their next bombing masquerade 
Who will do it first and when they do who will get paid 
Man kills man 
Man kills god 
Man kills everything that he can get his hands on 
Perhaps a single word before the sun begins to rust… 
Are we just shadows and dust?