Black Beehive Lyrics - Black Beehive - Big Head Todd And The Monsters

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