Worker Bee

It's been a good year, a good new beginning
 I'm through with the old school, so let's commence the winning
 I've been a good little worker bee
 I deserve a gold star
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 Gone are the glad hands, the black holes and liars
 The constant companions of noxious suppliers
 Carnivore kings milking holiday sins
 Comas in cashmere
 It went from no good to fucked up and over
 A total distortion of lifelong disorders
 Barreling head first, the fresh open wounds
 This I was not used to
 Now that my words don't quite do what they should
 Now that old wounds are resurfacing too
 It makes me feel golden
 It makes me feel good
 It's been a good year, a good new beginning
 I'm through with the old school so let's commence the winning
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 I've been a good little worker bee
 I deserve a gold star
 A gold star
 I deserve a gold star today