FLIES - Rat Boy

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

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