Birds Avenue - Ants in Threes Lyrics

You can paint your walls green if you want
But it won't affect me if you don't
You keep telling me about your day
It seems to me that you've got a lot to say
But you can't say you are a martyr
Until you're dead and cannot speak
And don't tell me 'bout your father
'Cause his future's looking bleak

I've got splinters in my throat
'Cause I've been eating matchsticks
Won't somebody keep me away from the news
And the ants all march in threes
Under a pile of bricks
Won't somebody please tell them to move

I've been thinking of all those people
Trying to fit through the eye of a needle
And I can't believe that the well's run dry
The whole ocean, drunk by just one guy
And my shoes filled up with white wine
'Cause you spilled it over me
But I didn't mind
'Cause I've got nowhere to be

I've got splinters in my throat
'Cause I've been eating matchsticks
Won't somebody keep me away from the news
And the ants all march in threes
Under a pile of bricks
Won't somebody please tell them to move