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Future Of The Left lyrics : "That damned fly"

Wading through the chaos to where the crones sit,
It's where my bones fit, where I'm comfortable.
No-one can deny me my natural instincts:

They're what I'm drawn to, where I waste my time.

Rationalise your own revolution:

It can be easily compressed.
Touch his skin, he feels like a man.
Touch his skin, he feels like a man.

Make light of greedy promoters:
They can be easily bypassed.
Touch his skin, he feels like a man.

Touch his skin, he feels like a man.

That fly, that damned fly

Makes me sick, leaves me compromised.
There must be a logic behind the madness.
If it's financial then it's deeply flawed.

Someone should remind them that in this business
Bad acoustics are an awful start.


Rationalise your own revolution:
It can be easily compressed.
Touch his skin, he feels like a man.

Touch his skin, he feels like a man.
Make light of greedy promoters:
They can be easily bypassed.

Touch his skin, he feels like a man.
Touch his skin, he feels like a man.


That fly, that damned fly
Makes me sick, leaves me compromised.


Rationalise your own revolution:
It can be easily compressed.
Without the young and the desperate,

They won't have anyone left.

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