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Here comes the beekeeperWith her pitcher full of smokeShe'll put us all to sleepI hope it's dreamless and it's deepSweet Prometheus, come homeThey took away our fireAnd all that scarcity promotesIs desperate men and tyrantsWhat fine designWhat handsWhat mindsThe envy of EdenOur tools and our reasonIt's clear in the animals eyesWe stand uprightBuild fires at nightMade on the sixth day to rest on the seventhAnd now we just try to surviveThe surgeon and farmer meetAnd each greets the other with a bowThey're kindred instruments, you knowThe scalpel and the plowAnd in the shadow of the mountainWe work when work aboundsLetras de cancionesAnd we wear out all our prayers when the work runs outWhat fine designWhat handsWhat mindsThe envy of EdenOur tools and our reasonIt's clear in the animals eyesWe stand uprightBuild fires at nightMade on the sixth day to rest on the seventhAnd now we just try to survive From Letras Mania