miss punderstanding

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