Flies in a Jar by The Mavericks of Love Lyrics

I wanna be the cream of the crust
I wanna be crushed into dust
I wanna be flown to the moon
And I wanna be there presumably soon

I wanna be a boxcar racer
I wanna be the commentator
I saw the crime being committed
Hence I wanna be the executioner

There's no place for me
In this giant sea
Of flies, flies, flies, flies, flies
Those which I despise

I wanna be the camera crew
I wanna be gone so soon?
I wanna be a darling buttercup
Long as I get the sun til the summer's up

I wanna be a part of the system
I wanna grab a hold of a piston
Mangle my fingers into all the cogs
Wrap up and pack off my thumbs in a box
Oh there's no place for me
In this giant sea
Of flies, flies, flies, flies, flies
Those which I despise

Took the flies that had no will
Put their wings on the windowsill
Kept them in a tall wide jar
Left it at the bottom of the garden!

There's no place for me
In this giant sea
Of flies, flies, flies, flies, flies
Those which I despise