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!