In the middle of everywhere
Seems like all the pigs got used
To see us crave for the Angels' share
While parking quits in a lot of abuse
I go down for silver-leaved Squares
Blind-folded pricks - well F*cked, (how nice) who cares?
Sticky fingers stroking my hair
Trippin' bees' training day (oh yeah)
It's trippin' bees' training day
A wonderland full of teenage mounds
A playground for old thirsty hounds
Moving to new grounds as wrong as it sounds
Aroused by the scent of youth
About to ruin a blissful life
Sticky fingers stroking my hair
Wetting my lips, fully aware
Trippin' bees' training day (oh yeah)
It's trippin' bees' training day