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Across This Antheap

Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers, nurses, queens and drones.
Wish they'd leave my head tonight, let me rest my bones.
(Ziggedy zig zag just look at 'em.) A billion feet sound just like
a billion drums. A bed is creaking as the new messiah comes. The
cars are crashing and the bacon is hacked. The coffin's lowered and
the lunches get packed. Still segregating 'cause we insects are too
proud. Doesn't matter what colour of cat you are there's no dogs
allowed.
And the screaming sky won't let me sleep. The stars are laughing at
us, as we crawl on and on across this antheap.
War planes go over but no wages go 'round. A sign goes up to say
hey we're twin towned. The dough is rising but no bread will be
baked. The fur is genuine but the orgasm's faked. We're spending
millions to learn to speak porpoise, when human loneliness is still a
deafening noise.
And the screaming sky won't let me sleep. The stars are laughing at
us, as we crawl on and on across this antheap.
Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers, nurses, queens and drones.
Wish they'd leave my head tonight, and let me rest my bones.
And all the world's babies are crying still. While all the police
cars harmonize with power drills. As jets and kettles form a chord
with screeching gulls. Accompanied by truncheons keeping time on
human skulls.
And the screaming sky won't let me sleep. The stars are laughing at
us, as we crawl on and on past lovers who'll leap. On and on past
widows who'll weep. On and on no more than skin deep. On and on
across this antheap.