I was born in a beehive
In a honeycomb town
Where the fruit of the labour
Is world renown?
Had a fanciful childhood
With a headful of dreams
And a long education
In the beehive regime
And I thought all of the world
Was what we made it to be
Taking honeycomb
Architects so seriously
Sorry, I got it wrong
Castles toppled and gone
Buzz, busy bee
So I took on the mission
With the rest of the bees
For a piece of the action
And a social disease
We were drunk with the prospect
Yeah, the nectar was sweet
Just one sip of a flower
And life was complete
Then I flew from the beehive
To make honey elsewhere
And it all looked so different
From up in the air
Now I carry the mantle
And the tools of my trade
For the sake of the honey
Not the beehive crusade
