Queen of the Bees

All hail the queen of the bees, isn’t she lovely
Prostrate yourself, get on your knees
Before the queen bee, before for the queen bee
The greed has ‘em killing the earth, can anyone stop ‘em
Cut off their heads and put ‘em on platters
Before the queen bee, before the queen bee
The bugs are blinded by skin again, the bugs are blinded by skin
On the outside they look like bees, but they really are bugternals
A noose around her neck, the mother is weeping
We all tried to save her and now it’s too late to save the queen bee
Oh God, save the queen bee