The Beekeeper Lyrics

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,
Ônd 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.Paint It Black - The Beekeeper - http://motolyrics.com/paint-it-black/the-beekeeper-lyrics.html

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.