Sitting on a bench
On a nice afternoon, can be quite relaxing
But imagine it being your home
During the winter and those hot summer days
As you walk by in your suit and tie
Or in the warm comfort of your car
Or under your nice new umbrella
Ignoring what's happening
As they get approached by someone
Much bigger than them
By someone much bigger than them again
Flies flies everywhere but not a one to eat unless you're into that
Flies flies everywhere but not a one to eat unless you're into that
Sometimes you don't have a choice it's just survival at this point
When life throws you away like some dirty old rag on the street
How many of us see them every goddamn day
And do absolutely nothing absolutely nothing
How many of us even want the change and coins that we get
From our daily little purchases our daily little purchase
And the food that we get and how we usually just throw the rest of it away
Flies flies, everywhere, but not a one to eat unless you're into that