Spent about 2 days putting this all together. I PLAY ALL THE INSTRUMENTS so I'm sorry if it's not the digitally produced stuff everyone's used to here. This is just me banging my hand on the coffee table, a rice shaker, snapping fingers, bass guitar, acoustic guitar, melodica, and even used my recorder a bit.

I wrote the lyrics to this song after I witnessed this dying fly being dragged by a bunch of ants in between recording the beat on a smoke break. Hope you enjoy.

So they say ash to ash and dust to dust
So pass the gas and we'll increase the lust
Let's make this last before it rusts.
Some things in life just aren't meant to be touched
But I think I was sent here just to be scuffed.
Yo these times are tough and crime has clutched
What was once called devine, entwined in these cuffs
With this Perpetual motion machine just spittin' out stuff
And this sexual ragime is just a little nuts
But what does it mean to me, do I make a fuss
And stick my middle finger up or do I scream
and cuss and blow off steam 'til the sun comes up?
Like what, there's no stoppin' this machine
When we all make the scenes
Like this world to me in seen on one big movie screen
Do we go with the flow or just object on the go,
And let the good times roll
I just don't know, I just don't know
But do I really care, I'm just here on patrol
I aint here to take over anyone's control.

I seen this fly
No longer flyin
Just lyin' on the ground
And the ants they all surround
The dying fly on the ground
They drag him into their mound
To see the queen with the golden crown
Where are your wings now,
Where are your wings now
Where are your wings
You're just another meal in the ground
Gone down

So they say civil society holds priorirty
But authority is put in place by anyone these days
Neighbours are eyin' me with missiles
All In a line guided at my front door, okay?
Spyin' on me for my meager means to feed myself
And I don't think that I can take this shit in my own house
No more, And As I escape from this town
I'll chizzle a frown on the face of our liberty
'cus when it all comes down yo, you wish you were me
I can picture the scene
When the planet will whither
The people get bitter with their heads in a dither
And that's the moment when these streets get loud
And they'll go for the shitter
Daddy aint so proud now
Yeah He's just another quitter
Fuckin' wrapped up in the closet
there, he's hung from his sweater
Even though sometimes I lost it
I would like to think I'm better
Hey that's the way I am man I'm a go getter

I seen this fly
No longer flyin
Just lyin' on the ground
And the ants they all surround
The dying fly on the ground
They drag him into their mound
To see the queen with the golden crown
Where are your wings now,
Where are your wings now
Where are your wings
You're just another meal in the ground
Gone down