Deep In The Hive

5. DEEP IN THE HIVE (4:42)

Poacher, polluter, pick pocket politician, red-hatted member of a careless tribe
Flicking ashes out the window pane,
everybody that I know is just praying for rain

And even in a little war, we can never, even the score
Even if we win, it will happen, happen again
And again, and again, and again, again, and again, and again

Gramps in the basement, sick and forlorn
Gramma’s in the kitchen, she is shucking the corn
I’m in the corner, thinking I might die, tried just about everything to get by

And even in a little war, we can never, even the score
Even if we win, it will happen, happen again
And again, and again, and again, again, and again, and again

The basement’s flooded, and grandpa is gone
Gramma’s half naked dancing, out on the lawn
The kids are jumping, has spring arrived? Thought I heard a buzzing, deep in the hive

And even in a little war, we can never, even the score
Even if we win, it will happen, happen again
And again, and again, and again, again, and again, and again

And if we make it to the mountain alive, into the water, we will dive
As we live and though we die, all together we survive

And even in a little war, we can never, even the score
Even if we win, it will happen, happen again
And again, and again, and again, again, and again, and again