Our little box, this tiny room
There's only room for me and you
We have to work, but when we're not
We're making sure we save a lot
'Cause who knows when they'll kick the hive?
And how the hell will we survive
With a hundred dollars, give or take?
The mother bee has sold her stake
While the price of food is getting steep
We pray the boss, our jobs to keep
He was not there, he never was
And all is drownеd out by the buzz
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