The Ballad of the House Fly Lyrics

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