The big brown boot
 Is falling from roof;
  It's spinning around,
   Then smacks on the ground,
    And kills little ant.
     He's dead, smashed and bent...
      He'll never get home,
       His kids are alone;
        They cry, wanting food,
         In heart of black wood.
          But none hears this cry,
           And they seem to die...
            What's wrong with this world?
             That boot is the war,
             Dead ant is mankind.
            We're stupid and blind.
           We climb on the wall
          To be above all;
         Ignoring own friends
        We reach in the end
       The top of the roof,
      Where we try to prove
     That we are the ones.
    And then we use guns;
   And fall on the back
  With bullet in neck.
 And our big boots
Are falling from roof...