Fruit Fly
Fruit Fly
Riff:
Left some food wrapped up in a plastic bag, on the kitchen table, way too long.
Sat down to eat next to the bag, I was too tired to throw it out
I saw a swarm of fruit flies. I took the bag downstairs.
When I came back, they were still there.
Flying jerky patterns like snowflakes in the air.
I’m sorry – you’ve got nowhere to go.
I’m sorry – you’ve got nowhere to go……
Left, straight, right, straight – I can’t find a reason.
I know I keep going but I can’t find a reason,
Nothing looks right, nothing smells right and I can’t land.
Geometric patterns smearing out of control,
Only have enough gas left for the beer can to the bowl.
What can I do but go on?
What can I do but go on?
What can I do but go on?
On no you make your own mistakes, I cannot bring them back to you.
On no you make your own mistakes, I cannot measure up to you.
On no you make your own mistakes, I cannot bring them back to you.
On no you make your own mistakes, I cannot measure up to you.
ooou, oooou
Ooou, oooou