He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth bite to eat and hes rolling
Never changes a thing
The weekends the week begins
She thinks
We look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
And these crimes between us grow deeper
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down you up and die
Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well his concerns he forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the Table and Dreaming
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down you up and die
Driving along this highway
All these card end upon the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged
No time to exchange
When all the little ants are marching
Red and black antenna waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way... Yeah
Candyman tempting the thoughts of a sweettooth
Tortured with a weightloss program
Cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end, cut cut
On the fence cannot to offend, cut cut, cut cut
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down you up and die