JUST ME AND THE FLIES

J. Goodwin
September 18, 1991

Three dead flies on the doorstep
Soon the cradle will fall
I spoke with such conviction
With no one to hear at all

Don't know who is talking
Where does that voice come from
From the screams there is no shelter
Arguments are all my own

CHORUS
Just me and the flies

They talk to me when I'm alone
From deep inside these voices drone
These flies are taking over
Please don't leave me alone.