Hive Lyrics - Singles - Fatima Mansions

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!