Из альбома: Second Coming
The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
And he knew what to do with it
Everybody saw it, saw the dust that he made
King bee in a frenzy ready to blow
Got the horn good to go, wait his stings all gone
Now he's begging you, begging you
Here is a warning the sky will divide
Since I took off the lid now there's nowhere to hide
Now I'm begging you I'm begging you
This is a mystery not to be solved
But be minded like minded, I'm gone, still I'm with you
I'm begging you I'm begging you
The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
And he knew what to do with it
Everybody saw it saw the dust that he made
Make all the dust that you can
King bee in a frenzy ready to blow