Flies

A-whoa-oh A-whoa-oh A-whoa-oh A-whoa... 10 O'clock sharp just like no other Comin' out of bed in the tent so cannot suffer I'm out-numbered, I know my days are numbered Walkin' these streets in the only clothes I own Never thought that friend there always hangin' with me She will not miss that, I meant too much to me Close my eye, the joy they vie from their disapproval I am what I am and I'll always be a fuckin' loser No fiends with the change from the get-go So if I let go, they'll find me down in Mexico A-whoa-oh A-whoa-oh A-whoa... I'm a flock, that friend there always hangin' with me She will not miss that, I meant too much to me Suffer alone, I'm gettin' used to it No-one will miss me when I'm gone Suffer alone, I'm gettin' used to it No-one will miss me when I'm gone I'm a flock, that friend there always hangin' with me She will not miss that, I meant too much to me I'm a flock, that friend there always hangin' with me She will not miss that, I meant too much to me