(represent rhode island)      Birds and the bees   Nerds and mp3s   Surfing the seas of watermarked promo cds [?]   Like best kept secrets ain't worth art thats physical   Hardcopy material given a proper burial   Long live the satisfaction that songs give   Records in my attic got scratched and haunted   Radio stations that are captured on my tape recorder   A long time listener, first time caller   Hung up for the last time   Nervous and out of breath   My writing had no purpose it was murder and lots of death   Turned to god and turned godless   The audience beneath the surface wanted death   It kept me honest   Truth be told never made a deal with satan    I turned my loose leaf gold   Got a carton full of songs sitting on the counter of a store   Shut them down now   Only looseys sold   I said      What the hell we gonna do now?   How many units can we move now?   They wanna make money money   But there's a limit when you keep taking honey from the house of bees      [B. Dolan]   A lot of shit is out of tune since the weather started changing   The flowers are confused don't know when they're pollinating   They bloom before the frost get caught depopulation   Ripple effect the systems connect the scene started changing   Bees stop behaving in a way that made sense   Queens disrespected while the babies raid the nest   No defense the record store is under attack   The dj's a complete hack but none of y'all beeswax   The colony collapse when the label got sued   For the pollen on the track now its losing value   The music press the publicist deluded bad review   They [???] ask but nothing but the hunger to consume   Mass produce mass appeal manufacture jump products   Static loops lack the real so the fans would rather shoplift   Sold the whole thing and forgot what it was   Now you got no sting and you're trying to start a buzz   Like      What we gonna do now?   How many units can we move now?   They wanna make money money   But there's a limit when you   Keep taking honey from the house of bees