Richard Harris - The Hive lyrics

See her walking whitely As though she really was a virgin With her tiny feet Precisely on the line She thinks her whitely thoughts About the whitely things she bought And the alter crouches silently Waiting for the virgin to arrive You can almost hear the buzzing of the hive They played the whitely music As though it was really music In the parking-lot they're lettering a sign The preacher says the proper things And then the rusty alto sings And now they'll all get roaring drunk Pretending theyre essentially alive While the proud procession leads her to the hive God blessed our happy cubicle Keep it safe and sanitized h*mogenized and pasteurized Theres no place like numb Behold a formal female Disappearing through the doorway She has dreamed of this since she was only nine Shes never really fought it And now by God shes got it And the alter crouches silently Waiting for the virgin to arrive You can almost hear her screaming In the hive.