Текст песни John Hiatt - I Killed an Ant With My Guitar
John Hiatt - I Killed an Ant With My Guitar слова песни
I killed an antWith my guitarUnderneath romantic indiana starsHe was a foolI was so cruelThe power of music is no toolSo I hit him in the headAnd now hes deadI killed him thereBy the front doorWell it was something he was really asking forHe was a chumpIt was no bumpOr any ordinary lumpNo I squashed his little headAnd now hes deadWell Im sure he had a familySome children and a pretty wifeAnd Im sure he worked like the devilAh, who was I to take his tiny lifeBut...I killed an antWith my guitarUnderneath romantic indiana starsHe was a foolI was so cruelThe power of music aint no toolSo I bopped him in the head (not quite sure here..bopped makes aboutAnd now hes dead the only sense)La, la, la, la la, la, la la, la, la