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