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,