Queen Bee - Lags

New day, a new parade.

Thumbs-up and backing

down.

The sting waves through the shades craving

for spotlights.

The loudest screams are void.

If one

is whisperin' truth, will you ever strike back?

So Hail

to the Queen Bee.

Bow down!

Bow down!

Her

Majesty is passing by.

God save the Queen Bee.

Bow down!

Bow down!

Her Majesty is passing by.

Just keep on hiding.

Your rage loaded with blanks.

Your rights drowned in bills.

Your ordinary world.

Your ordinary skills.

New day, a new parade.

The

loudest screams are void.

If one is whisperin' truth,

will you ever strike back?