New day, a new parade. Thumbs-up and backing Down. The sting waves through the shades craving For spotlights. The loudest screams are void. If one Is whisperin' truth, will you ever strike back? So Hail To the Queen Bee. Bow down! Bow down! Her Majesty is passing by. God save the Queen Bee. Bow down! Bow down! Her Majesty is passing by. Just keep on hiding. Your rage loaded with blanks. Your rights drowned in bills. Your ordinary world. Your ordinary skills. New day, a new parade. The Loudest screams are void. If one is whisperin' truth, Will you ever strike back?