Too Many Flies - Whalers

Grasping at straws

Frail flailing punches

Ignore them she sighs

Or they’ll end up offing you

Like balls of ball lightning

There’s too many flies

Buzzin all around me

Too many colors

Too many of them to see

Now too many times

Buzzin above us

Wasting our time

Makin fun of us

Too many flies

You’ll learn to love them too

Little balls of ball lightning

Like balls of ball lightning

If it comes, it comes and goes

Prepare your mind to capture it this time

Squint your eyes

The image comes to the front

If the last one of them dies

You’ve gone to far

Donkey Kong punches

Goin bananas in bunches

Sit back on your hunches

You’ll learn to trust them too

Now too many times

Too many others

Tainted our time

Under black covers

Too many flies

You’ll learn to love them

Little balls of ball lightning

Little balls of ball lightning

Balls of ball lightning

Like balls of ball lightning