Trembling like a weather vane
He reaches for the half-spent cigarette that he had saved
The only thing that's left inside are the cluster flies that nest inside his mind
The man with flies inside his head
The man with flies inside his head
The man with flies inside his head
Cluster flies inside his head
How he wishes he was dead
The man with flies inside his head
The man with flies inside his head
Fumbling in his pocket for his change
He'd search the street for somewhere he could stay
A place where he could get some rest away from all the buzzing, flapping, flying pests
The man with flies inside his head
The man with flies inside his head
The man with flies inside his head
Cluster flies inside his head
How he wishes he was dead
The man with flies inside his head
The man with flies inside his head
In the fear of silence, in the fear of sleep
He'd toss and turn and count the ridges on his teeth
The hum it comes again
The hum it comes again
It calls him to the edge, it calls him to his death
The hum it comes again
It makes him climb the steps
It makes him take the leap of faith and plummet to his death
The man with flies inside his head
The man with flies inside his head
The man with flies inside his head
Cluster flies inside his head
How he wishes he was dead
The man with flies inside his head
The man with flies inside his head
They swept him up like warm confetti off the street
His heart was silent no you couldn't hear a beat
Except for the horde of flies who swarmed and fought for portions of his meat
And the coroner who stood their tracing ridges on his teeth
The man with flies inside his head
The man with flies inside his head
The man with flies inside his head
Cluster flies inside his head
How he wishes he was dead
The man with flies inside his head
The man with flies inside his head