The Hum

The hum is the sound
In the sound, in the sound
Hum

Jennifer and Wayne would often times complain,
Viewing a house where a factory remained,
The singular reason they pulled out of the sale.
It would never pass in pursuit of middle class
To wake up to that din, It really wouldn't do,
How could they retire when the poor
Refused to, when the poor refused to?

Clever Mrs B, she cared for herself,
Preferring poppies to cigarettes I'd say.
Found the poison nectar, draped in nicotine
Equivalent of dose to 60 fags a day.
Should we side with pest, or let human do its best?
Eradicate with ease, a hundred million years

The hum is the people is the sound
Of the people in the sound
Are the people in the sound
Of the people is the
Hum, is the buzzing is the sound
Of the buzzing of the bees,
Is the humming of the
Sound of the buzzing is the
Hum

To wake up to that din, It really wouldn't do,
How could they retire when the poor
Refused to, when the poor refused to?

The hum is a factory, is a mine,
is a playground, is a hive is a garden
Is a school is a village is a choir is a forest is a town is
A person is a group is a heart is a mind is a voice is the hum.