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So then they blew up the grand piano, along with the fellow playing it
Oh hello there--you are subscribed to Freeced, aren't you
I'm an avid plasmid connoisseur
Trapped down in an antique magic sewer
And I hacked myself so I can explore
Every cranny, safe, and cabinet door
I'll be canny, I've been had before
But this Atlas chap has a fab rapport
What a gallant Gaelic pal to turn to
At the capitalist bloodbath du jour
I'm up and Adam at the crack of dark
Snacking on pep bars and a pack of darts
While I track Big Daddies and amass the parts
To keep blasting frags and leaving ashy marks
How's that? With the help of these sad remarks
On the tape decks scattered in the paths and parks
I was stabbed in the back! What a tragic arc
Now it's time old Jack had a fat cigar
I got bees
Bees
All my writtens are
Teeming with dividends
Bees
Bees
Bigger men scream
Bees
Bees
Bees
Bees
Freeced is menacing
Bit humdrum, but it does bring the money home
Bring bring, anyone abuzz in the honeycomb
Bring bring all your little wing wing wings
Petal to the nettle now, sting sting sting
The gears of the keep keep creaking and freezing
'Tis the season, bees are the reason
I bumble and jump through a jumble of steampunk
Sons of a gun, sticking needles of Eve in
I got bees in my fingertips
Schemes I deliver with
Ease, all my writtens are
Teeming with dividends
Even the bigger men
Scream when I send em in
To sting their knees
Saying
Why not try one of Rapture's restaurants
No drive-ins, I'm afraid, but we've certainly got dives
Welcome to Rapplebee's. Would you like the rapples or the bees
The...bees
Bees it is
So I'm sitting in a city at the bottom of the ocean
Really, could you think of more preposterous a notion
With engineering oddities and economic policies
with wealthy ideologies invoking a commotion
Perched on a pressurised precipice
And you're wondering what our objective is
My dear, down here we're objectivists
So I hope that you don't object to fists
Full of thunderbolts and lightning
Very very frightening
Me! Me! Me! It's the way I think
Galileo was tried for his scientific findings
And that, my guy, is just why we're hiding
For here inventors don't fear the censor
And perverting nature is a business venture
Petty morality? Just get a hand of bees
So get on down to the syringe
I got bees
Bees
All my writtens are
Teeming with dividends
Bees
Bees
Bigger men scream
Bees
Bees
Bees
Bees
Freeced is menacing
So you're off on a jaunt on the promenade
And that knave Fontaine just bombed the place
Don't contemplate, set the dogs ablaze
Buy yours today! Incinerate
When the great chain strains for a sign of life
In your two-cent mutant nine-to-five
Just imbibe hypos and you might survive
Oh my, I've broken out in hives
I got bees
Bees
All my writtens are
Teeming with dividends
Bees
Bees
So come take a glance at our damp manifesto
Genetics, self interest and deco frescos
Parasitic fishy in the tank? Well I warned you
Daddy's gonna come give you a spank with
Bees
Bees
All my writtens are
Teeming with dividends
Bees
Bees
Bigger men scream
Bees
Bees
Bees
Bees
Freeced is menacing
Bees
Bees
All my writtens are
Teeming with dividends
Bees
Bees
Bigger men scream
Bees
Bees
Bees
Bees
Freeced
WRITERS
Gregory Holgate, Rain Watterson
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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