They carried me like ants
The Whip In Austin Tx. They carried me like ants with their next meal. I was paraded around the coliseum like a delusional train wreck victim en route to a public stoning for a crime I never committed. Sure, it was all fun and games until they brought me underground to the Queen of the ants and tried to cook me in a clay oven and had a four day party. The only reason I escaped is because they were all drunk on ant moonshine. Let's party. It's a good day to be alive.