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
Is desperate men and tyrants
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 upright
Build fires at night
Made on the sixth day to rest on the seventh
And now we just try to survive
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The surgeon and farmer meet
And 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
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What fine design
What hands, what minds (the envy of Eden)
The envy of Eden
Our tools and our reason
It's clear in the animals' eyes (in the animals' eyes)
We stand upright (upright)
Build fires at night (build fires at night)
Made on the sixth day to rest on the seventh
And now we just try to survive