"The Fly" lyrics
You've got those 360-degree-see-around eyes
You've got wings so fast, they buzz when you fly
A maggot is what you are in your early cocoon
They probably find flies all the way on the moon
Even weeds don't ever want to die, is it any different for a fly?
You have no house, well, you have mine
You have no real friends, stay away from the wine
House fly, go to sleep, say goodbye, no one will weep when you die
On horses, on houses, in May, any spill is a pond where you play
Buzzing and hovering table tops, when you land, it abruptly stops
Get a job, turn off the siren, go into town, see if anyone's hiring
You have such a short life, who is that there, your wife?
I guess she's Shelley, you must be Byron
You're shmutz, but you still clean your hands
You and your toots by the frying pan
This must be you and your aunt, your nephew, and your daughter
Stand still, don't move, I'll go get my swatter
You're a buzzing fly in F Sharp, you sound better with a lute and a harp
You land on us and you land at us
You'll never have status, you aimed for my eye, you piece of crap fly
You fucker, you sit on the cake, cleaning your hands and your face
You're handsome and thin, you try to blend in
You bastard, sitting around all over the place
You'll be here, even after the bomb
Why don't you go out and eat cat shit with your mom
A king just wiped one of your folks from his face
Well, I guess you all just own the place
House fly, house fly
You're sitting by the phone, in the back, on a keg
With your see-through wings and your strange little legs
No one's had a life stranger than you
You know famine, you know war, you know danger
You were brushed from the slacks on the President's thigh
You live for a day on a dead fish's eye
Mobile to Yokahama, people, I know you probably know the Dali Lama
On your baby when you change her
I know you probably had family in the manger
Roaches, rats, gnats, fleas, flies
No one's gonna weep when you die
Twitch and stutter, scrub and laugh
And do that dance that your weird mother choreographed
Like two lazy violins braided together
In a low, spastic siren to warn us of nothing
And you're named only after your ability to do so
Hum around the room in a lopsided circle
Like someone's blowing leaves in another town
Scribble, scribble, then a low board buzz
House fly, house fly
Go to sleep, say goodbye
No one will weep when you die
House fly, house fly
Go to sleep and say goodbye
No one will weep when you die
You've got wings so fast, they buzz when you fly
A maggot is what you are in your early cocoon
They probably find flies all the way on the moon
Even weeds don't ever want to die, is it any different for a fly?
You have no house, well, you have mine
You have no real friends, stay away from the wine
House fly, go to sleep, say goodbye, no one will weep when you die
On horses, on houses, in May, any spill is a pond where you play
Buzzing and hovering table tops, when you land, it abruptly stops
Get a job, turn off the siren, go into town, see if anyone's hiring
You have such a short life, who is that there, your wife?
I guess she's Shelley, you must be Byron
You're shmutz, but you still clean your hands
You and your toots by the frying pan
This must be you and your aunt, your nephew, and your daughter
Stand still, don't move, I'll go get my swatter
You're a buzzing fly in F Sharp, you sound better with a lute and a harp
You land on us and you land at us
You'll never have status, you aimed for my eye, you piece of crap fly
You fucker, you sit on the cake, cleaning your hands and your face
You're handsome and thin, you try to blend in
You bastard, sitting around all over the place
You'll be here, even after the bomb
Why don't you go out and eat cat shit with your mom
A king just wiped one of your folks from his face
Well, I guess you all just own the place
House fly, house fly
You're sitting by the phone, in the back, on a keg
With your see-through wings and your strange little legs
No one's had a life stranger than you
You know famine, you know war, you know danger
You were brushed from the slacks on the President's thigh
You live for a day on a dead fish's eye
Mobile to Yokahama, people, I know you probably know the Dali Lama
On your baby when you change her
I know you probably had family in the manger
Roaches, rats, gnats, fleas, flies
No one's gonna weep when you die
Twitch and stutter, scrub and laugh
And do that dance that your weird mother choreographed
Like two lazy violins braided together
In a low, spastic siren to warn us of nothing
And you're named only after your ability to do so
Hum around the room in a lopsided circle
Like someone's blowing leaves in another town
Scribble, scribble, then a low board buzz
House fly, house fly
Go to sleep, say goodbye
No one will weep when you die
House fly, house fly
Go to sleep and say goodbye
No one will weep when you die
Writer(s): Kathleen Brennan, Thomas Alan Waits
