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 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?