Beehoover my artillery

can you hear me approaching
my apparatus it groans and squeaks
step back and move aside
stare in amazement
see me in the blazing sun
with bleeding hands and scarred feet
the wheels scraping the hot dusty ground
that is boiling my sweat
slowly moving forward
you fear the unknown the strange and new
it's only in your head you will have to learn it anyway
ammunition so heavy
at the end of my tether i wanna do this for you
come here and pet my artillery
noble and dignified it is
you better make friends because
because you will have to do anyway
because I have one distinct statement
you fear the unknown
the strange and new
it's only in your head
and finally you will concur
and thank me it goes boom