I Killed an Ant With My Guitar — текст песни (John Hiatt)

I killed an ant

With my guitar

Underneath romantic indiana stars

He was a fool

I was so cruel

The power of music is no tool

So I hit him in the head

And now hes dead



I killed him there

By the front door

Well it was something he was really asking for

He was a chump

It was no bump

Or any ordinary lump

No I squashed his little head

And now hes dead



Well Im sure he had a family

Some children and a pretty wife

And Im sure he worked like the devil

Ah, who was I to take his tiny life

But...



I killed an ant

With my guitar

Underneath romantic indiana stars

He was a fool

I was so cruel

The power of music aint no tool

So I bopped him in the head (not quite sure here..bopped makes about

And now hes dead the only sense)



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