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Lyrics for 'I Killed An Ant With My Guitar' by '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 He's 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 He's Dead
Well I'm Sure He Had A Family
Some Children And A Pretty Wife
And I'm 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 Ain't No Tool
So I Bopped Him In The Head (not Quite Sure Here..bopped Makes About
And Now He's Dead The Only Sense)
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