Billy Talent - Worker Bees
March on, worker bees!
Know your enemy!
We take our orders given by the queen
We’re not the killers, we’re the worker bees
If you resist us you will feel our sting
Surrender now before the swarm sets in
Protect the hive from enemies!
Protect the hive from enemies!
Follow the herd mentality!
Can we fight to save our souls?
March on, worker bees!
Know your enemy!
A pollination coming from the west,
And in a flash we will invade your nest
Supply of honey flowing bottomless
Play by our rules or you’ll be powerless
Protect the hive from enemies!
Protect the hive from enemies!
Follow the herd mentality!
Can we fight to save our souls?
And we’ll march… along, with our blindfolds on
And we’ll ride… the rails, with our pistols drawn
Can the Lord… above, forgive what we’ve done?
Can we fight to save our souls?
And we’ll march… along, with our blindfolds on
And we’ll ride… the rails, with our pistols drawn
Can the Lord… above, forgive what we’ve done?
Can we fight to save our souls?
Can we fight to save our souls?
Will we die to save our home?
Billy Talent - The Navy Song
Time… rolling along with the waves,
A thousand miles away
Holding you close in the rain,
Seems just like yesterday
Lost… hope in a faraway place
And in my hand remains,
A black and white print of a face,
I’ll never see again
I gave my life to save her
The ocean turned to red
In the fall, in the fall, when the tide took them all
Cut down like lambs at slaughter,
Good men were left for dead
In the fall, in the fall, when the tide took them all
Love… served until death do us part,
I’m drifting in the dark
Wounded and wishing to fall,
Into your faithful arms
I gave my life to save her
The ocean turned to red
In the fall, in the fall, when the tide took them all
Cut down like lambs at slaughter,
Good men were left for dead
In the fall, in the fall, when the tide took them all
Beneath the sky of hate,
Beyond the sea of pain,
In heaven I will wait,
Until we meet again
I gave my life to save her
The ocean turned to red
In the fall, in the fall, when the tide took them all
Cut down like lambs at slaughter,
Good men were left for dead
In the fall, in the fall, when the tide took them all