| Beg the bee’s forgiveness as it’s falling from your sleeve
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| Watch its guts pump poison into sting
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| Watch it reach completeness, see it fall asleep
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| Legs above fold in eternal dream
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| Oh, that calls to mind a joke, an off coloring
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| About these fools blindfolded, drugged, and raped and left laughing
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| They let the devil in, he brought his pirate friends
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| They brought a hunger for blood, and flesh and bone and skin
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| So teeth left chattering and tongues flexed to sing
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| Got dressed up in so many fancy things
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| Is it a waste of time, tell me if you mind
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| Me dipping into useless sentimentality
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| A rant on how things used to be when this shit was free
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| I answered my own question, I can hear the crickets yawning
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| But in the back pocket of discarded pair of jeans
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| Is still a priceless ticket to the grandest opening
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| So when the chariot arrives you’d best enjoy the ride
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| 'Cause when we get to heaven’s gate we’re not getting inside
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| Better beg forgiveness
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| Better drop to knees
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| Better find your ticket
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| Before we join the bees
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh…
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh… |