Lyrics: Sandra Bjurman/David Nyström
Music: Sandra Bjurman/David Nyström
I'm making you another million
Some more whipped cream on your cake
I'm handing you another glorious pavilion
You've got something that I really need
Something, special we all feed on
In the hive you're the queen
I'm a stone from your throne
I'm a king, a mother****ing working droner
You can bite my wings off
And drag me out
You'll always be my keeper
My holy route
You can make another ****ing million
But what you want ain't what you get
You can try to crush me
A thousand times
You will be my keeper
My holy way out
Try to make another ****ing million
What you want ain't what you get
You blink and we all fall to our knees
Some more icing on the cake
Don't think for a second that we're more than civilians
You've got that something I need
That special thing we all feed on
In the hive you're the queen
I'm a stone from your throne
I'm a king, a mother****ing working droner
You can bite my wings off
And drag me out
You'll always be my keeper
My holy route
You can make another ****ing million
But what you want ain't what you get
You can try to crush me
A thousand times
You will be my keeper
My holy way out
Try to make another ****ing million
What you want ain't what you get
I don't care, if you're there, keep on rocking
Pick up the pieces I don't care, keep on knocking
I don't care, who you are, keep on rocking
You can bite my wings off
And drag me out
You'll always be my keeper
My holy route
You can make another ****ing million
But what you want ain't what you get
You can try to crush me
A thousand times
You will be my keeper
My holy way out
Try to make another ****ing million
What you want ain't what you get
You can bite my wings off
And drag me out
You'll always be my keeper
My holy route
You can make another ****ing million
Yet what you want ain't what you get