In the Sun (Feeding Flies)

A hundred thousand dead-end roads
Mile after mile of burns and open sores
Try not to bite the hand that feeds
Mouths I feed they devour me

Chain draws tighter, and my feet drag
Too far ahead of myself to look back
When dragging dead weight breaks me down
No one to call, no one around

Killed my only friend in the world
Left him face down on the road
Feeding the flies, dead and dry
We'll get our bones picked clean in the sun

Killed my only friend in the world
Left him face down on the road
Feeding the flies, dead and dry
We'll get our bones picked clean in the sun

In the Sun



Credits
Writer(s): Somebody Else
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link