That Damned Fly - Future Of The 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:

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

Bad acoustics are an awful start.

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.