Little red ants, red southern states
Lined up at the flesh, wait for a taste
A hunched wingless fowl, won't wish me well
Sat on the stall, doesn't like me at all
Chilled to the bone
Shard-studded columns, enter at all points
Every shift in position, a crunch in my joints
I naïvely assumed, when you're going mad
You're never aware, always having a laugh
Chilled to the bone
I'm an Upright Man
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Little red ants, red southern states
Lined up at the flesh, wait for a taste
A hunched wingless fowl, won't wish me well
Sat on the stall, doesn't like me at all
Chilled to the bone
Shard-studded columns, enter at all points
Every shift in position, a crunch in my joints
I naïvely assumed, when you're going mad
You're never aware, always having a laugh
Chilled to the bone
I'm an Upright Man
Lined up at the flesh, wait for a taste
A hunched wingless fowl, won't wish me well
Sat on the stall, doesn't like me at all
Chilled to the bone
Shard-studded columns, enter at all points
Every shift in position, a crunch in my joints
I naïvely assumed, when you're going mad
You're never aware, always having a laugh
Chilled to the bone
I'm an Upright Man
Writer: Luke Campayno
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