Is this your card, dear
You thinkin' what I'm thinkin
But let's don't start, dear--it's much too soon for drinkin
It's only 10 AM, but later in my mind
So we can drink, dear--just please, put down the knife
Let's be honest, face the facts
This is not some bold romance
It's just lobsters and ants
So hypothetically--again, this isn't real
But if I leave you, so like, how would you feel
I'd change my name again, maybe to John or Boris
And move to California, o-o-off to the Redwood Forest
Let's be honest, face the facts
We're just partners in the dance
Just like lobsters and ants
Though it's awful, it's the truth
This is not some bold romance
It's just lobsters and ants
Around the world, dear, I see a growing notion
It's brasher than a star, and larger than an ocean
The people all queued up, begging for mass destruction
And that's my line, dear; I can provide instruction
Let's be honest, face the facts
We're just partners in the dance
Just like lobsters and ants
We're not special, we're the same
And we are all to blame
Just like lobsters and ants
Creeping 'cross the world in single-file armies
From my point of vantage, everybody scares me
Living like crustaceans, creeping on the surface
Crowded and we're hungry, searching for a purpose
What is your ambition? Your modus operandi
Worms churn us to feces like dinosaurs and Gandhi
Still we soldier on, still we march in single-file
Praying for redemption; tormented all the while