big head todd & the monsters
black beehive
Twenty-seven years old  She could not keep control Of her broken-hearted soul And the reckless way she go  Shaking that gutter tambourine And a 57 microphone  Black beehive, tattooed arms  Singing that soul song can't go on   Red flower in her hair Tragic twenty-seven she rolls like  Janis and Jimi running down drinks  Black beehive I miss you so  Sassy as any supreme, her eyes as black as coal Walked away and the sun went down  Singin' that soul song till no one's around   Back to black was Her kind of rhythm and blues  Fade out to black was Her kind of rhythm and blues  Lay your lamp down low Suicide doors on that Lincoln Take in that final drag, well  You're so intoxicating  And the evening's afterglow Turns into a bad hangover  Black beehive Ten thousand demons You cheated yourself but you had your reasons   Back to black was Her kind of rhythm and blues  Fade out to black was Her kind of rhythm and blues Back to black She had nothing but the whole world to lose  Fade out to black was Her kind of rhythm and blues