The Ballad of the House Fly

Somebody call a doctor
I'm lighting on your skin
I'm drinking something toxic
You shouldn't let me in
You're feeling kinda woozy
I'm buzzing round your head
I'm craving something rotten
Decaying, cold and dead

Buzzing round the garbage can
Throwing up each time I land
I've been flying round your head
Biting, feeding on your skin

Searching for something special
Maybe decaying cheese
That nasty, six week past due
Milk turned to curdled cream
Oh won't you be my partner
I'm down on all my knees
My reproductive cycle
You wouldn't last a week

You never notice what you got until it's gone
Never recognize your friends 'til you're alone
We've been living off the trash inside your home
Never notice what you got until it's gone

Buzzing round the garbage can
Throwing up each time I land
I've been flying round your head
Biting, feeding on your skin

Trash man, take me to the promised land
Can't stand living in the garbage can
I've been dreaming of bacteria
And poison exterminating my friends



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Johnson
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