This is the last of the locks I'm fixing Before I start on something new And now your clothes are armour plated And there's a wardrobe full of deep sea diver suits The lengths that I must go to, to keep the flies away But now you'll be ok You've got a year's supply of produce Take it easy and you'll live And there's your own little generator It's a little loud now but you'll get used to it The depths that I must fall to, to keep the flies away But now you'll be ok Oh you know it doesn't have to be this way You could just begin believing that some day All these parasites won't always look at you this way Why don't you fly away? This is the last of the locks I'm fixing Before I start on something new And now your clothes are armour plated And there's a wardrobe full of deep sea diver suits The lengths that I must go to, to keep the flies away But now you'll be ok