| Lyrics: | (Colin Moulding)
I am the fly on the wall,
My prying eyes are looking through your
bottom drawer.
I just came flying through your door,
You didn't notice that your number
had been called.
I see the mother who's beating the babe,
I see the money,
The
pennies you save,
Stored on computers,
From birth to the grave.
The fly on the
wall,
He's seeing it all.
I am the fly upon the wall,
You're in the index of the
files that stand so tall.
Although your health is rather poor,
We have a place for those
who cannot find a cure.
I know your income,
Your daily crust,
I know your
pleasures,
Your passion,
Your lust,
I know when you're living and I know when you're
dust.
The fly on the wall,
He's seeing it all.
One is born and one will
die, it's all understood
The bit that's in the middle doesn't count
I am the fly on
the wall,
My prying eyes are looking through your bottom drawer.
I just came flying
through your door,
You didn't notice that your number had been called.
I see the
mother who's beating the babe,
I see the money,
The pennies you save,
Stored on
computers,
From birth to the grave.
The fly on the wall,
He's seeing it all. I
am the fly
I am the fly upon the wall,
You're in the index of the files that stand so
tall.
Although your health is rather poor,
We have a place for those who cannot find a
cure.
I know your income,
Your daily crust,
I know your pleasures,
Your
passion,
Your lust,
I know when you're living and I know when you're dust.
The
fly on the wall, |
