Michael McGuire The Birds And The Money Bees
THE BIRDS AND THE MONEY BEES
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
THE BIRDS AND THE MONEY BEES
The first time I looked in her eyes I knew two and two was four, these
days I spend my time searching for the numerical value of more, it’s a
dirty business making money out of all your time, what you thought was
the land of the law was the scene of the crime.
Cross the neon desert for the holy grail of a natural blond, she use to play
the being of your chemistry you just wave your magic wand, those primal
urges you learn to control become polite euphemisms you can’t deny,
living a life that allows no wonder but the wonder of why.
All the beauty of a pristine early summer day, is not part of the contract of
the soulless grind for two weeks of pay, when you curse the oracles fate
they just sat that’s life, you just marry some f***ing job and go to work on
your wife.
You go to school to learn all about the birds and bees, and grow up to
find nothing matters but making money, the draft of her perfume use to
make you weak in the knees,
Now the birds sing top forty soundtrack in a world driven by the pulse of
automated ethics that turn heaven into another gray area that turns the
law into lawyers and sends every wild thing left afoot clawing at the
asphalt for a morsel of innocence long ago surrendered to the dirt
underneath and the money bees buzz build and belch for the brewing of
artificial honey.
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