Worker Bee

It's been a good year, a good new beginning I'm through with the old school, so let's commence the winning I've been a good little worker bee I deserve a gold star Gone are the glad hands, the black holes and liars The constant companions of noxious suppliers Carnivore kings milking holiday sins Comas in cashmere It went from no good to fucked up and over A total distortion of lifelong disorders Barreling head first, the fresh open wounds This I was not used to Now that my words don't quite do what they should Now that old wounds are resurfacing too It makes me feel golden It makes me feel good It's been a good year, a good new beginning I'm through with the old school so let's commence the winning I've been a good little worker bee I deserve a gold star A gold star I deserve a gold star today