i've been living on the fly for a while a dive from the sky for a sight of the vile i tried to find out why they can cry with a smile but they decide to lie and die in denial
they divide the ties and put eyes on trial hiding behind a blinding pride with guile buying is their guide to arriving in style vying for the high life with titles they compile
and i have no way to get home
looks like i'm stuck in the muck and the muddle out of luck where i was put just to hush in the struggle cuffed to this crust is just enough to bust my bubble another **** to fuss and cuss in the dust and rubble