Golden Parachutes

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 (and i'll wear a tie)
 Were you shaking in your boots?
 Did it scare it you half to death?
 When you saw the falling arrows.
 Won't that be a sight?
 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.
 Chorus:
 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?
 Won't that be a sight?