Beehive

Domestic abuse in a bottle,
chemicals staining my brain
Beans on my plate before breakfast
and a tighty blue wakeup call up in my face
Switching the side of the road
I've lost my wits but I'm still hanging on
Rise and shine boys we got work to do
and kilos to cover but we don't have a clue how
To get to the quayside, have you got the backline?
Oh no. I guess that'll do
Stoke up the fires tonight, we're stinging the beehive
Gut string guitar through a bass amp,
children's kick drum on the floor
Second hand Strat
through a seven watt amp and the crowd won't be yelling for more
When you're grinding your teeth down to stumps,
feeling the sting of the blood on your gums
Rise and shine boys we got work to do
and kilos to cover but we don't have a clue how
To get to the quayside, have you got the backline? Oh no.
I guess that'll do
Stoke up the fires tonight, we're stinging the beehive
Close your eyes tight and you can't feel the plight That's creeping up the leg of your trousers
Smoke from the room at the top of the stairs But the firemen won't be responding
Rise and shine boys we got work to do
and kilos to cover but we don't have a clue how
To get to the quayside, have you got the backline?
Oh no. I guess that'll do
Up and at 'em, load up the truck,
but that damn one way system is holding us up
Stoke up the fires tonight
Get all the pins on your gigging vest right
Break out the chemicals, turn out the lights at the beehive