Out with the old and in with the you
The dusty old soldior is smellin like a fool
'Cause that shiny new body does twice as much doo too
A trusting respect to the shaping of the new
Dude is old, let's take him for a stroll
Just a few more blocks cause this ones far too cold
Pick up that trash you geezer, you know you ain't that old
And when you are go to the gas it's where your future's sold
And the young one cries, truth be told
'Cause he knows he won't recall him when the old one dies
But I'd say they do pretty damn well for their size
As the boldest regulators to the ants goes the prize.
I wanna be where nobody can wear pants
Where everyone can lift ten times their own weight
Just to pop in on picnics and benchpress some cake
I say why can't we all just live like the ants
Two isolated worlds under the same mound
And they come about 20,000 to a pound
So it makes sense that the population uses segregation
Where the youngins lay foundation and the oldins are the trashmen
There's no guessin just the pressin of the dirt atop your head
You fill the mold and step in line but by that time they know you're dead
So break the chain and they'll remain with or without your single self
But please remember that's what got us here with you lost on my shelf
I wanna be where nobody can wear pants
Where everyone can lift ten times their own weight
Just to pop in on picnics and benchpress some cake
I'm sayin why can't we all just live like the ants
