Maggots - Sweatmaster

So you got everything

That a man could ever need

Down to all of the little things

The little people never see

But baby you can ask all who are dead

The small things make them sick

Growing up in size, little maggots hide

Until your eyes are dry

And then you know

You’ll fall

It’s always little things

You hit a toe and it turns black

It’s always one of them little things

A broken nail and you get mad

But it’s a high time you get used to it

More coming up your way

The thorn in your side is turning to a knife

Maggots form a line

And then you know

You’ll fall

When you were up you couldn’t see

In how many pieces you could be

But now it’s time for all the little ones

To take a bite of you to know

What the sweet life tastes like

'Cause for you it’s all gone

And then you know

You’ll fall