... Busy Bee ...

Africanized Bee,
Africanized Tree,
Come Hell or high water
I'm gonna get myself free!

Damn it, I want my drums!
Holy Ghost Dance is on the loose (and where's Nati?)
I thought She was my Muse ...

Snare, bass drum, tom-toms, and cowbells
We're working with the Crow Hill kit
But where's the Fiddler? (you mean the Aborigine?)
He's on the roof, and he's having a fit!
Why is Mission Mike such a fuckin' misfit?

Our song is set free
Now I'm ringin' the bell
Commercial radio goes to hell.

I hear the singers
Walkin' down the railroad tracks
Carrying the weight of the world on their backs
I'm not impressed with bling-bling, so just relax
I'm alright Jack - I study the facts

Mike Bloomberg makes a profit of two million dollars per week
I can't stand to listen to that rich boy speak
His goons might call Mike Hentrich a freak
On his desk I would take a long hot leak

I want to see the sophisticates and plutocrats fry
They want to bully the workers
So the consumers can buy, buy, buy
And corporate government continues to lie
It's no wonder why no one will cry when they die.

I am the servant of my Muse, and I toil where She commands
The street poets have something to say out here in Jungle Land

Come Dancer, Prancer, Dasher and Vixen
Come Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen
Bush ain't no Hitler, he's just a Richard Nixon
A dangerous bafoon who is fixin'
To incinerate the planet
And everyone's listenin' ...

We're all to blame if we don't bring this beast down
Not just Bush, but every damn clown in town
Who thinks that with force they can push people around
Lead, follow, or get the hell out of the way
I curse the Amerikan Empire loudly today!