Richard Shindell - Parasol Ants lyrics

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<br>The thief is down <br>Flat on the ground <br>Face on cement <br>A crowd gathers round <br>His old black coat <br>Thrown over his head <br>The crowd?s all hushed <br>Cause it looks like he?s dead <br> <br>He?s got a limited view <br>Just one patch of light <br>Shining down <br>On a curious sight <br>Parasol ants <br>In a perfect line <br>With bright green leaves <br>Raised up high <br> <br>And he is God and those leaves are sails <br>He is God and his breath is the gale <br>He is God with time to kill <br>He is God and he can do just what he will <br> <br>But God is bored <br>So it?s what the hell <br>He let?s go a gust <br>Just to watch them flail <br>The ants go flying <br>In disarray <br>Those bright green leaves <br>All blown away <br> <br>(Chorus) <br> <br>But God?s got problems <br>He?s busted but good <br>He ain?t nothin? <br>Just a well-known local hood <br>The ants keep coming <br>They pay him no mind <br>They?ve got leaves to move <br>They just march on by <br> <br>(Chorus)<br><!-- stopprint -->