Bees No Trophy
Ask the riverman where the river flows
Ask the postman who he knows
There´s the memory of mistrust
Pushing at the glass makes it stop
Laid down dry head to head
This is it what we want sold out
The figures that are left are lonely
You´ve won but don´t get no trophy
If you´ve got none to give
Then I won´t take a thing
(No, don´t take nothing)
Who will defend your bed tonight?
