Lyrics

Twenty thousand people jam the streets
Rubber-necking from their window seat
The hangnail dangles from his feet

The Human Fly
Brother Strother says he’ll never die
That stucco jackoff thinks that he can fly

Diogenes in his upturned jar
Spaffing off now that’s performance art
Anything to shake the aide-memoire

He’s The Human Fly
Brother Strother says he’ll never die
Pay a buck to stake his life

Look at him
He’s straddling the brass ball
At the top of the spire
Smoking a cigarette
Looking down at us all

Chicken Snake
Apricate in the wake
The air’s so dry