The Beekeeper - Paint It Black

We are the sound and the fury

We’re what’s left of the hope and the glory

Foreshadowed by the dust in the ghost town

And the rust of the factory shutdown

I’ve got a fistful of crumbs, and a mouthful of lies

Everyone needs a hobby.

Ours is suicide

We had all the right tools: Opposable thumbs and big brains full of useless shit

A long history of wrong turns and dead ends brings us back to where we started

again

And I think that I’m outranked

Outmanned, outgunned, and outflanked

«Out of Step»?

Yeah, I know what that feels like

This contract is null and void

We tore it up before the ink was dry

Can I remember how to forget?

Well let’s hope so

Because tonight I can’t tell friend from foe

Live fast (but don’t die young)

Slow down, but never, ever stop