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Fly on the Wall by XTCالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Fly on the Wall by XTC

I am the fly on the wall,
My prying eyes are looking through your bottom drawer.
I just came flying through your door,
You didn't notice that your number had been called.

I see the mother who's beating the babe,
I see the money,
The pennies you save,
Stored on computers,
From birth to the grave.

The fly on the wall,
He's seeing it all.

I am the fly upon the wall,
You're in the index of the files that stand so tall.
Although your health is rather poor,
We have a place for those who cannot find a cure.

I know your income,
Your daily crust,
I know your pleasures,
Your passion,
Your lust,
I know when you're living and I know when you're dust.

The fly on the wall,
He's seeing it all.

One is born and one will die, it's all understood
The bit that's in the middle doesn't count

I am the fly on the wall,
My prying eyes are looking through your bottom drawer.
I just came flying through your door,
You didn't notice that your number had been called.

I see the mother who's beating the babe,
I see the money,
The pennies you save,
Stored on computers,
From birth to the grave.

The fly on the wall,
He's seeing it all. I am the fly

I am the fly upon the wall,
You're in the index of the files that stand so tall.
Although your health is rather poor,
We have a place for those who cannot find a cure.

I know your income,
Your daily crust,
I know your pleasures,
Your passion,
Your lust,
I know when you're living and I know when you're dust.

The fly on the wall,
He's seeing it all.

Writer : MOULDING, COLIN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing