Well you can burn 'em, you can beat 'em
You can cut 'em up and eat 'em, killin' ants (ants ants, ants)
You can drown 'em in a jar, you can hit 'em with your car, killin' ants (ants ants, ants)
It's the latest sensation that's sweeping the nation, killing ants (ants ants, ants)

Let's go kill some ants
Let's go kill some ants
Let's go kill some ants (oh baby)
Let's go kill some ants
Come on, let's go kill some ants!

Yeah, I'm feeling better.

Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the End
The Apocalypse is dawning as the flames of Hell ascend
The Beast will rear his ugly head and then he'll eat your friends
Repent or you'll be doomed!

Glory, glory Armageddon!
Glory, glory Armageddon!
Glory, glory Armageddon!
The Devil marches on!

In the course of writing Wedlocked, I've inadvertently created a mini-universe engendered of the place known fondly as Hell, and filled it with as much parodying, satire and smartassery as possible. It's one of the few original concepts that I've taken to a new level, and perhaps the deepest spectrum of creativity I've ever put into an original idea. There's a whole realm of mythology and politics and traditions and "values" and I'm immensely proud of the whole thing. I hope that one day I'll be able to turn this concept into something concrete, and perhaps base my first original literary attempt off of it. It'll either be a hit or the Catholic community will sic the Pope on me.