We use to be a dozen bees
Buzzing around inside my head
I used to fly the friendly skies
When you were not too far from me
I wish I knew what I could do
To prove that good is true
Your past is nothing on me
I've blinded memories
We used to be a dozen chiefs
Without an Indian in sight
I'll take fifteen minutes of fame
But, you see, I'd rather have thirty
I never called you on your dime
Next time I won't decline
I wish the world was really flat
And that change would come and last
Electric eyes
Electric eyes
Electric eyes
