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• Artiste: Richard Shindell
• Titre: Parasol Ants
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The thief is down Flat on the ground Face on cement A crowd gathers round His old black coat Thrown over his head The crowd's all hushed Cause it looks like he's dead He's got a limited view Just one patch of light Shining down On a curious sight Parasol ants In a perfect line With bright green leaves Raised up high And he is God and those leaves are sails He is God and his breath is the gale He is God with time to kill He is God and he can do just what he will But God is bored So it's, what the hell He let's go a gust Just to watch them flail The ants go flying In disarray Those bright green leaves All blown away (Chorus) But God's got problems He's busted, but good He ain't nothin' Just a well-known local hood The ants keep coming They pay him no mind They've got leaves to move They just march on by (Chorus)