| Song | That Damned Fly |
| Artist | Future of the Left |
| Album | Travels With Myself And Another |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |
| Wading through the chaos to where the crones sit, | |
| It' s where my bones fit, where I' m comfortable. | |
| Noone 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. |
| Wading through the chaos to where the crones sit, | |
| It' s where my bones fit, where I' m comfortable. | |
| Noone 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. |