There's nothing like being owned Kept by bees in a jelly mould Brought out on special occasions Served with black entertainment Measured by the size of the rash minus income Make it stop, we could all get together
And f**ing burn the lot Kept by bees in a gla** case Next to Atlantis, rendered badly with my oil paints Trapped by ESP in the darkness All those guys, they just want a part in your story