I've got ants in my room
I've got ants in my room
They march on beside me in single file line as I lay here in bed on a summer afternoon
Now I've got fruit flies too
And all the ants in my room
They're asking each other if I'm doin' okay
My friends think I'm lonely but I dismiss them and say
That I've got ants in my room
I've got ants in my room
I've got a photographic memory
And I recall all my history
And the day they cut me down I'll have thoughts in my eye of the ants
In my room and the big f****ng lie
I've got ants in my room