Abandon your solemn post… point your crooked fingers east. See the morph respect => contempt… feeding lives to the beast. And corporations rule… turning fear into gold. Atrocity becomes the norm then we realize we’ve been sold.
Questions after profit!
Questions after profit!
Questions after profit again!
She’s got a bee in her bonnet… a dose of apocalypse… a bee in her bonnet again.
She don’t see the dance… the multi-faced political game… jingo propaganda always cuts in many ways. A Satan great… an evildoer all depends on where you stand. It’s a path… a destination… cooler heads must command.
Sing the gospel truth!
Sing the gospel truth!
Sing the gospel truth again!
She’s got a bee in her bonnet… a dose of apocalypse… a bee in her bonnet again.
And yes… they hate… but not abstractions. They hate people mindin’ their business… keepin’ them down… and killin’ their kids!
She’s got no patience for other… riders on her commute… the slow… the lost… the sick… the old… or just takin’ in the view. Humility and common sense out the window when she drives… angry aggression… she won’t wait… she’s just tryin’ to survive.
Not enough time!
Not enough time!
Not enough time again!
She’s got a bee in her bonnet… a dose of apocalypse… a bee in her bonnet again.
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