As we creep along
The best from our wings keeps us humming to
The buzz of our hives requiem
This comb will rot away and our queen is filled with eggs
Cause that's just the worker instinctively feeding me
So if these beasts want something sweet
Some may go down afer the sting
We'll rape 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 the queens five-year epilogue for
The end of her breeding days
We'll 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
We keep flying off but we crawl right back
Cause when you're this small anything can crush you
When you're this bored anything can crush you
Here's a glass when the colony is greater than death!
My blistered hands they'll soak
Cause we're working hard
One-hundred and fifity-four trips to shit out just a
Few teaspoons of our delicious excrement!