Dessa - The Beekeeper lyrics

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Here comes the beekeeper

With her pitcher full of smoke

She'll put us all to sleep

I hope it’s dreamless and it's deep

Sweet Prometheus come home,

They took away our fire

And all that scarcity promotes

It’s desperate men and times

What fine design, what hands, what minds

The envy of Eden, our tools and our reasons

It's Clear in the animals' eyes

We stand up right, build fires at night

Made on 6th day to rest on the 7th

For now we just try to survive

The surgeon and the farmer meet

Each greets the other with a bow

They're kindred instruments, you know

The scalpel and the plow

And in the shadow of the mountain

We work when work abounds

And we wear out all our prayers

When the work runs out

What fine design, what hands, what minds

The envy of Eden, our tools and our reason

It's clear in the animals' eyes

We stand up right, build fires at night

Made on 6th day to rest on the 7th

For now we just try to survive.

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