Golden Parachutes - Fair To Midland

Here they come, shaking in their boots

They’ll be skipping stones with your bones

When these ants know

Where to find you

And steal all your thunder

The windows will shutter

And i’ll wear a tie

Were you shaking in your boots?

Did it scare you half to death

When you saw the falling arrows?

Won’t that be a sight?

Here they come, attached at the hip

Swallowing swords when they soar

Now my clones know

Where to find you

Your bread and your butter

Your dim flying colors

Will both pick a side

And i’ll wear a tie

Were you shaking in your boots?

Did it scare you half to death

When you saw the falling arrows?

Did you stop dead in your tracks?

Or join the whole stampede, just to keep from spilling over?

Won’t that be a sight?