just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
a tale of a fateful trip
it started out as vision works
now it's a p.o.s
the bait was about the tailings, man
two assays to be sure
some hikers hit the trail that day
on larive's hour tour, (larive's hour tour)
the terrain, it started getting tough,
the atv was tossed
if not for the permit from the BLM
the land could not be crossed, (the land could not be crossed)
then a tent breaks ground in the town of Opp, a naive southern town
with beebe'kins,
our skipper, who
as billionaire, gave his wife
a groovy car
he sold some shares, because he cares,
here from beebe'kins pile
so this is the tale of us bagholders,
we're here for a long, long time
'cause beebe'kin made a mess of things
it'll be an uphill climb
from the first day, our great skipper knew
he'd do his very best
to make the lives uncomfortable,
those dumb enough to invest
no phone, no lights, no sewer line
no single delivery
his tent's robbing from the Crews Co.
while he awaits the IRS fee?
if you join us here each day my friends,
you're sure to lose that smile,
knowin' several billion shares were sold,
to the feed the beebe'kins pile
