The Fatima Mansions - Hive lyrics
[The Fatima Mansions - Hive lyrics]
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 it's revolving towers of
Burning colored lights
And it's roaring tin can music
It's 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!
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 it's revolving towers of
Burning colored lights
And it's roaring tin can music
It's 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!