Tip top down the spine
It's a meltdown
It's what the kids call chaos
Being dead or alive
In the behive
In the stands
Counting the strands
In the stands
Drip dropp down the spine
Will you stay with me forever
Or at least try?
Needles and hayseeds pay omage
And we see it all around
Rising from the ground
Searching
Searching
Humming like a mime
Kicking off the dime
It's time
It's time
Searching
Searching
Searching
The wilderness surrounds us
And the bear hunts
She wants to feed her little man
She wants to be the best she can
All the little girls don't understand
Her leather is worn sharp
She withers in the rain
Her eyes are tear dropp moonbeams
She combs her mane
Because she loves
The spread then divides
Their hunger subsides
She lets it ride
She feels alive
In the behive
In the stands
Ride the wave
In a trance
Do the dance
Take the chance
Be a reindeer
Be aware
Don't stare at strangers
Be the stranger who stares
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