Length: 3:11

Have you seen
The latest version of the termite queen
Her eyes so very green
Her lips every colour in between
And she dines on aging oak
To fuel the fire she’s born to stoke
To give some rise to you
Oh Lord I’ve seen it too.
Oh. The ghost I cannot see
Sits on me when I try to breathe
I am the last beneficiary
Of every decision being made for me
‘Cos a time here on this earth
Should be spent building on net worth

And sharing nothing
And going nowhere
My story is the oldest one that’s told
Why worry when you die you stop getting old
Oh… Oh… We are witnessing
The final days of the termite queen
And the final song she sings
Its beauty masking what it means
She rattles and she moans
We are surrounded by her drones
Who mistake our flesh for wood
Oh Lord this isn’t good
Oh my story is the oldest one that’s told
Why worry when you die you stop getting old
Oh… Oh…