We live in vinegar and sour is our part
insects we tripple for that reward yeah yeah
it's syrup that dries up, never enough
it streams for the hilltop
foretold the honey god, yeah yeah

Through the gates of the big fruit
we juke and jive
through the gates of the big fruit
we try to survive
through the gates of the big fruit
we juke and jive
through the gates of the big fruit
we try to survive
through the gates

Gates of the big fruit, there are many ways
little all know only the path that's paved, yeah yeah
no feeling at all only from one canal
hairy antennae to make one's hell, yeah yeah

The tap preserve sweet treasured that's bred rare
all bats just glad to suck vacuum instead, yeah yeah
the closest heaven considered as loot
the core that we reach, to make bitter fruit, yeah