Little Fly lyrics

Colour world, plastic world deprived of feelings, washed out from the poetry in the damp of the underground my instincts getting sharp, I mock these times Feel, what I'm feeling now Feel, I'm a child child from underground Truth in dirt, salvation in hands Here everything is real; I shape time like plasticine Over there, up on the ground This world makes me sick Sugar and Vaseline Feel like me little child Feel, I'm a fly from underground