Dick Valentine
Dick Valentine
Dick Valentine
Dick Valentine
Dick Valentine
Dick Valentine
Dick Valentine
Dick Valentine
Dick Valentine
Dick Valentine
Dick Valentine
Dick Valentine
Have you seen the latest version
Of the termite queen
Her eyes so very green
Her lips every color in between
And she dines on ancient oak
To fuel the fire she's born to stoke
To give some rise to you
Oh lord I've seen it too
A ghost I cannot see
Sits on me when I try to breathe
I am the last beneficiary
Of every decision being made for me
Because the time spent on this earth
Should be spent building on net worth
And sharing nothing
And going nowhere
My story is the oldest one that's told
Why worry?
When you die you stop getting old
Ooooohhh ooooohhhhh
We are witnessing
The final days of the termite queen
And the final song she sings
It's beauty masking what it means
She rattles and she moans
We are surround by her droans
Who mistake our flesh for wood
Oh lord this isn't good
My story is the oldest one that's told
Why worry?
When you die you stop getting old
Oooooohhhh oooooohhhh
Ooooooohhh ooooooohhh