Hive lyrics

Artist  : Fatima mansions 
Song : Hive
 
Do you think they could see us in this base
circumstance
You with blood on your knees and me with my hand
down your pants?
If a lad wears a dress then will George want his
sex?
As his explorers buy butt sex operation, decision
time's come
At the end of our useful lives
We're out of the hive / We must be groovin'
We're out of the hive / in the land of the black
and white minstrels
What do you call him, boyfriend or flat bone?
He's a sensitive artist / Come on, let's leave
him alone
You've got to watch the blind / I said you've got
to watch the blind
On the day of the morning festival / The bleakest
afternoon of the season
All drones everywhere arise from mildewed states
of unconsciousness
and go to celebrate their condition in the
abandoned village greens
where the fairground is down
with its revolving towers of burning colored
lights
and its roaring tin can music, its people and
fumes
Drunks stagger everywhere
and paw each other in the half-light at the edge
of the confusion
Out of the hive
We must be groovin'
We're out of the hive
We're out of the hive
We're out of the hive now
We might as well come and die
We're out of the hive
in the land of the black and white minstrels
Hallelujah!
Do you think they can see us?  Oh, I do hope they
can
They can do me a favor and bury you where you
stand!