Well, it's not what you think
But it is that thought which brought you into this weapon
FULL OF BEES
Found you in the glue and begun their stinging
Who could've guessed
You'd be out on a stretcher after you're home stretched
ALL POPPED AND BRUISED
And it's still you here, at least till it fits through
They trust you just to your own feet
And keep you here for a whole week
'Cause you're acting strapped down crazy
They'll keep you here for a whole week
The stain houses of traffic spoil you
You kick your dirty feet upon the ??
WITH ALL THOSE BEES
Yeah, your poor leg sticking all with the bad, seem
Who could've guessed
You'd be down for a spell but out on a new bed
FIGURED YOU'D KNOW
I'll put the kid in me, would you let him go
Trust me just to my own feet
And keep me out for a whole week
BABY, YOU FEEL SO CRAZY
You cheer me up for a whole week
They trust you just to your own feet
And keep you here for a whole week
If I don't think that you're crazy
Do others think