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That Damned Fly lyrics
Wading through the chaos to where the crones 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 to, where 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 of 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 them that in this business
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 of 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.
Wading through the chaos to where the crones sit,
It's where my bones fit, where I'm comfortable.
No-one can deny me my natural instincts:
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