I Lost My Bees part 2

I'm in a room and everyone around me has got two eyes
It's just a living room
And only after 97 tries
And if I told you I was me
Would you laugh and tell me that I lost my bees?
All the chickens are asleep in willow trees
Three feet high and rising
And if you float up in the air
Make it worth it and spit down on my hair
And if I ever start to care this will be my uprising:
I've got a reason to be carrying on
It's not that we've been doing anything wrong
But we don't belong
I wasn't born to stare into a pair of stupid eyes
Because beneath the corn is another wonderful surprise
And have you had your lucky charms subdivided by the fan club factory farms?
Anaconded by well meaning golden arms
Is there no surprising that if current's warm and slow
You'll meander to the underwater show
You won't paddle, cast or row
Three feet high, three feet high
I've got a reason to be carrying on
It's not that we've been doing anything wrong
But we don't belong
Up
Rise
Up
Rise
I lost my bees
My bees
I lost my bees
My bees
I lose my bees
Did you give your lucky charms to the fan club factory farms?
To well meaning golden arms?
Three feet high, three feet high
And if you float up in the air
Maybe spit down on my hair
And If I ever start to care
Three feet high and-
Up
Rise
Up
Rise