I run into the devil down at the crossroads

He's got a fly for a face

Then it starts raining, time is running backwards

My tongue is hanging out and I'm staring into space

And the fly goes buzz

Tell me Dostoyevsky was wrong about human nature

Tell me we are more than just a total waste of space

Tell me there is goodness in the heart of every creature

Tell me that through culture we will one day touch grace

And the fly goes buzz

Fudged in time like an insect crushed in ointment

Nothing ever comes to the intelligent man

So dangle like a spider on the thread of disappointment

Your just desserts aren't even ice cream

And the fly goes buzz

Down amongst the gypsies I met Howard Devoto

Told him that the devil had been singing his praise

I said "Only you and me and Dostoyevsky

Can really understand the general malaise"

And the fly goes buzz