Beeville Video (MV)

Beeville is people, and people want money
And Beeville is people, and people make honey to give to the steeple
For Beeville is evil, and evil kills musicians
On the day the music died, he lied
And he said to me, "Give me some money, honey"
I have a golden rule to tell all the people in Beeville
If they can find me where the music continues to flow
From the fountain of eternal youth and immortal dreams
I didn't know of the joke he spoke
I am the man, I am the one who sold the world
I've come to claim my prize: oil
Evil is everywhere and he'll never know the meaning of the words
I spoke when he lied and said he was good company
He is something else entirely that I wouldn't have known could exist at all
Unless he shot down the music on that very day
People you cannot be free if the steeple is upside-down and backwards
It's so corrupt
There is a way to break out
But it has been hidden by the ones who sell you their goals, for your souls
Beeville, people! Everywhere evil, they sell your dreams
And they wash their hands clean of the misery that they bring
Follow the sight of the plight into Beeville, people!
Beeville is evil the advertisers and the misers of the so-called honey
If you have something to sell you'd better not tell it to me
Or I am liable to tell you "Buzz off!"
Beeville is money, they'll sell you in honey tones like a shark
They have no respect for the law
They have only what they promise to sell you
It is a future of slavery, no prosperity, for us to have at all
They shot down our favorite music heroes. Now give them all your money!
Beeville took my money. Evil stole my honey. There is nothing at all
Go back to sleep victim. I hear you cry at night! I will put up a fight!
There's a way out of here if you will lend your ear!