Sounds of methylated muttering...
Hand streched out for a mark
The mark of death stamped over
One eye-two flies wrestle on his raincoat...
Copulating to the muzak
But the people just fly by...

Finds a sanitary sanctury...
Food stretched beneath the door
Takes a drag on a fag and it's good 'cos it's menthol
He throws back his head and he dreams of the mountains
He's inhaling to the muzak
People will fly by...

And as inebriated evening spat a path for nausea night;
The lights went out with smothered curses
A young nurse cried - a cop cried with her
Cops are dating to the muzak
And the people just fly by...

He got an apathetic epitaph...
There's no name on the headstone
They buried him on Tuesday
It rained. No one came...
Busy listening to the muzak
People will fly by...
Bye bye, world