Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song we can remember it for you wholesale, artist - Gatsbys American Dream. Date of issue: 07.08.2006
Song language: English
we can remember it for you wholesale |
| As we creep along |
| The beat from our wings keeps us humming |
| To the buzz of our hives requiem |
| This comb will rot away |
| Our queen is filled with eggs |
| And thats just the worker instinctively feeding me |
| So if these beasts wants something sweet some may go down after the sting |
| We’ve raped the nectar from patches deep |
| 'Cause if it tastes like honey then it must be sweet |
| We’re working hard one hundred and fifty-four |
| Trips to shit out just a few teaspoons |
| Of our delicious excrement |
| So sing along to our queens five year epilogue |
| For the end of her breeding days |
| Regurgitate |
| All the shit that we ate |
| 'Cause if it tastes like honey then it must be sweet |
| Don’t you mind the fact you’re not breathing? |
| Just keep feeding the ones we’ll be needing |
| Don’t you mind the fact you’re not breathing? |
| Just keep feeding the ones we’ll be needing |
| We keep flying off |
| But we crawl right back |
| Yeah we crawl right back back |
| We crawl right back |
| We keep flying off |
| But we crawl right back |
| 'Cause when you’re this small! |
| (anything can crush you) |
| 'Cause when you’re this bored! |
| (anything can crush you) |
| 'Cause when you’re this small! |
| (anything can crush you) |
| Heres a glass for a colony greater than death |
| My blistered hands my blistered hands they soak |
| Heres a glass for a colony greater than death |
| My blistered hands my blistered hands |
| We’re working hard one hundred and fifty-four |
| Trips to shit out just a few teaspoons |
| We’re working hard one hundred and fifty-four |
| Trips to shit out just a few teaspoons |