Matthew Jacob Parker - Dead Fly on My Blue Shirt

You ain't got no love
You're just a peculiar foe
You ain't got no tough
You're just a lazy old man
Come at me with your bullshit
Lies on top of lies
You can't cover up the nastiness
Not even with your disguises

You smack your lips and talk delay
But the words you say are backwards
My windshield wipers wash away
Hey

You know what you are
A dead fly on my blue shirt
Fly on my blue shirt
You know what you are
A dead fly on my blue shirt
Fly on my blue shirt
And before you it was red
But I washed it all away
Yeah, I covered all my tracks
And then I put you on display

Got pennies in my pocket
For all the kids like you
But you ain't even worth one
Still, I got a few
In fact, I got billions and trillions here
But it still wouldn't be enough
I'm bookin' zillions in a year
But it don't even matter

You smack your lips and talk delay
But the words you say are backwards
My windshield wipers wash away
Hey

You know what you are
A dead fly on my blue shirt
Fly on my blue shirt
You know what you are
A dead fly on my blue shirt
Fly on my blue shirt
And before you it was red
But I washed it all away
Yeah, I covered all my tracks
And then I put you on display

You know what you are
A dead fly on my blue shirt
Fly on my blue shirt
You know what you are
A dead fly on my blue shirt
Fly on my blue shirt
And before you it was red
But I washed it all away
Yeah, I covered all my tracks
And then I put you on display

You know what you are
A dead fly on my blue shirt
Fly on my blue shirt
You know what you are
A dead fly on my blue shirt
Fly on my blue shirt
And before you it was red
But I washed it all away
Yeah, I covered all my tracks
And then I put you on display

Written by:
Matthew Parker

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