U1
The Fly
Eventually lonely,
With all the music
Only one exit
Where I can flee.
Back in a couple
Minutes are ours,
Last second’s up:
Bitter or sour.
Felt good though,
Change on my mind
For a lifetime:
Hell or death row.
I lit it all too late,
It burned away,
Just left a trace
Of smoky grey.
Big sucking head
On light shoulders,
I know it rests
On the others’.
Ruining fortune,
A man complains,
All loud and rude,
Pathetic pain.
It’s a good thing
To kill the wounded,
I point the sins,
You start counting.
An explosion?
Lottery winner?
Armageddon?
No, wet firecracker.
With all the music
Only one exit
Where I can flee.
Back in a couple
Minutes are ours,
Last second’s up:
Bitter or sour.
Felt good though,
Change on my mind
For a lifetime:
Hell or death row.
I lit it all too late,
It burned away,
Just left a trace
Of smoky grey.
Big sucking head
On light shoulders,
I know it rests
On the others’.
Ruining fortune,
A man complains,
All loud and rude,
Pathetic pain.
It’s a good thing
To kill the wounded,
I point the sins,
You start counting.
An explosion?
Lottery winner?
Armageddon?
No, wet firecracker.
