The big brown boot
Falls down from the roof,
Spinning around,
Then smacks on the ground,
And kills little ant.
He's crushed, smashed and dead.
He'll never get home,
His kids are alone;
They long for the food,
Deep in the woods.
No pne hears this cry,
And they slowly die...
            
Beware, the big boot is coming.
Watch out, the big boot is starving.
No one can be safe:
The big boot digs the grave.

What's wrong with this world?
That boot is a war,
The ant is our life.
We're stupid and blind.
We scaling the walls
To be above all;
Destroying the friends
We reach in the end
The top of the roof.
There we try to prove
That we are the Ones.
Then we use the guns,
And fall on the floor
With vast, bleeding sores. 
And our big boots
Fall down from the roof...

Beware, the big boot is coming.
Watch out, the big boot is starving.
No one can be safe:
The big boot digs the grave.

We lie on the floor
With vast, bleeding sores. 
And our big boots
Fall down from the roof,
Spinning around,
Then smack on the ground,
And kill little ant.
No one will repent!

Beware, the big boot is coming.
Watch out, the big boot is starving.
No one can be safe:
The big boot digs the grave.