That Damned Fly

Wading through the chaos to where the crows [?] sit

It’s where my bones fit

Where I’m comfortable

No-one can deny me

My natural instincts

They’re what I’m drawn too

When I waste my time

Rationalise your own revolution

It can be easily compressed

Touch his skin, he feels like a man!

Touch his skin, he feels like a man!

Make light to greedy promoters

They can be easily bypassed

Touch his skin, he feels like a man!

Touch his skin, he feels like a man!

That fly!

That damned fly!

Makes me sick

Leaves me compromised

There must be a logic behind the madness

If it’s financial

Then it’s deeply flawed

Someone should remind him that in this business

Bad acoustics

Are an awful start

Rationalise your own revolution

It can be easily compressed

Touch his skin, he feels like a man!

Touch his skin, he feels like a man!

Make light to greedy promoters

They can be easily bypassed

Touch his skin, he feels like a man!

Touch his skin, he feels like a man!

That fly!

That damned fly!

Makes me sick

Leaves me compromised

Rationalise your own revolution

It can be easily compressed

Without the young and the desperate

They won’t have anyone left