Bee In Her Bonnet


 
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!again

She’s got a bee in her bonnet… a dose of apocalypse… a bee in her bonnet again.

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Another Winner

 

Jim bolts… Jenny cries. She don’t know but he’s cryin’ too. Sometimes love just works like that. Two together… fall apart… neither one knows where to find the will to start all over again… but…

Another winner… steps up to the gold and smiles. She’s so excited… and humbled in the heat of the light. But when it’s over… she’s back to the every day… and finds that losing is in pursuit the rest of her life.

Some kids got all the luck… never have to wonder whether they are loved… it covers them every day. Not so for everyone. Some kids feel like they need the gat… to blow their troubles away… but…

Another winner… steps up to the gold and smiles… she’s so excited… humbled in the heat of the light. But when it’s over… she’s back to the every day… and finds that losing is in pursuit the rest of her life.

Every dog has his day. But every day has its night. And just like the blushing aspen leaves… we all concede the fight!

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Suzy found… close to death… broken back in a traffic wreck… her answers to the questions of life. All of us… everyone… below the earth… above the sun… all of us only one… but…

Another winner… steps up to the gold and smiles… she’s so excited… humbled in the heat of the light. But when it’s over… she’s back to the every day… and finds that losing is in pursuit the rest of her life. Another winner… is showered with praise and fame… and for a moment she’s basking in the light of the stage…

But just as quickly….
The fantasy fades away…
And all that’s left is…

HOW SHE PLAYED THE EVERY DAY

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