The Hive

Many a man I have known in my day
Has lived just to labor his whole life away
In the hive

He bleeds for his money and he sweats for his pay
But the sweet of his honey gets taken away
From the hive

It’s kept by the keeper who lives far away
And he won’t lift a finger till it’s robbing day
For the hive

And if a brother should starve why should he take the blame?
He don’t charge for the air, he don’t charge for the rain
He’s so kind

Now the clerics all teach we should take it and pray
That the last will be first once we reach judgement day
It’s a lie

So get off your knees, see the stinger on bees
Know the swarm of a million will cure this disease
Of the hive
Of the hive