A-whoa-oh
A-whoa-oh
A-whoa-oh
A-whoa
10 O'clock sharp just like no other
Comin' out of bed in the tent so cannot suffer
I'm out-numbered, I know my days are numbered
Walkin' these streets in the only clothes I own
Never thought that friend there always hangin' with me
She will not miss that, I meant too much to me
Close my eye, the joy they vie from their disapproval
I am what I am and I'll always be a f*ckin' loser
No fiends with the change from the get-go
So if I let go, they'll find me down in Mexico
A-whoa-oh
A-whoa-oh
A-whoa
I'm a flock, that friend there always hangin' with me
She will not miss that, I meant too much to me
Suffer alone, I'm gettin' used to it
No-one will miss me when I'm gone
Suffer alone, I'm gettin' used to it
No-one will miss me when I'm gone
I'm a flock, that friend there always hangin' with me
She will not miss that, I meant too much to me
I'm a flock, that friend there always hangin' with me
She will not miss that, I meant too much to me
Flies Video (MV)
Performed By: Rat Boy
Length: 2:07
Written by: HARRY TODD, JOHN KING, JORDAN CARDY, LIAM HAYGARTH, NOAH BOOTH, TIM ARMSTRONG
Rat Boy - Flies Lyrics
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A-whoa-oh
A-whoa-oh
A-whoa-oh
A-whoa
10 O'clock sharp just like no other
Comin' out of bed in the tent so cannot suffer
I'm out-numbered, I know my days are numbered
Walkin' these streets in the only clothes I own
Never thought that friend there always hangin' with me
She will not miss that, I meant too much to me
Close my eye, the joy they vie from their disapproval
I am what I am and I'll always be a f*ckin' loser
No fiends with the change from the get-go
So if I let go, they'll find me down in Mexico
A-whoa-oh
A-whoa-oh
A-whoa
I'm a flock, that friend there always hangin' with me
She will not miss that, I meant too much to me
Suffer alone, I'm gettin' used to it
No-one will miss me when I'm gone
Suffer alone, I'm gettin' used to it
No-one will miss me when I'm gone
I'm a flock, that friend there always hangin' with me
She will not miss that, I meant too much to me
I'm a flock, that friend there always hangin' with me
She will not miss that, I meant too much to me
A-whoa-oh
A-whoa-oh
A-whoa
10 O'clock sharp just like no other
Comin' out of bed in the tent so cannot suffer
I'm out-numbered, I know my days are numbered
Walkin' these streets in the only clothes I own
Never thought that friend there always hangin' with me
She will not miss that, I meant too much to me
Close my eye, the joy they vie from their disapproval
I am what I am and I'll always be a f*ckin' loser
No fiends with the change from the get-go
So if I let go, they'll find me down in Mexico
A-whoa-oh
A-whoa-oh
A-whoa
I'm a flock, that friend there always hangin' with me
She will not miss that, I meant too much to me
Suffer alone, I'm gettin' used to it
No-one will miss me when I'm gone
Suffer alone, I'm gettin' used to it
No-one will miss me when I'm gone
I'm a flock, that friend there always hangin' with me
She will not miss that, I meant too much to me
I'm a flock, that friend there always hangin' with me
She will not miss that, I meant too much to me
Writer: HARRY TODD, JOHN KING, JORDAN CARDY, LIAM HAYGARTH, NOAH BOOTH, TIM ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC