Fatima Mansions - Hive Lyrics
Do you think they could see us in this base circumstanceYou with blood on your knees and me with my hand down your pants?If a lad wears a dress then wont george want his sex?[as his explorers buy butt] sex operation, decision times comeAt the end of our useful livesWere out of the hiveWe must be groovinWere out of the hiveIn the land of the black and white minstrelsWhat do you call him, boyfriend or [flat bone]?Hes a sensitive artist--come on, lets leave him aloneYouve got to watch the blindI said youve got to watch the blindOn the day of the [morning] festivalThe bleakest afternoon of the seasonAll drones everywhere arise from mildewed states of unconsciousnessAnd go to celebrate their condition in the abandoned village greensWhere the fairground is downWith its revolving towers of burning colored lightsAnd its roaring tin can music, its people and fumesDrunks stagger everywhereAnd paw each other in the half-light at the edge of the confusionOut of the hiveWe must be groovinWere out of the hiveWere out of the hiveWere out of the hive nowWe might as well come and dieWere out of the hiveIn the land of the black and white minstrelsHallelujah!Do you think they can see us? oh, I do hope they canThey can do me a favor and bury you where you stand!
