This is the last of the locks I'm fixing
Before I start on something new
And now your clothes are armour plated
And there's a wardrobe full of deep sea diver suits
The lengths that I must go to, to keep the flies away
But now you'll be ok

You've got a year's supply of produce
Take it easy and you'll live
And there's your own little generator
It's a little loud now but you'll get used to it
The depths that I must fall to, to keep the flies away
But now you'll be ok

Oh you know it doesn't have to be this way
You could just begin believing that some day
All these parasites won't always look at you this way
Why don't you fly away?

This is the last of the locks I'm fixing
Before I start on something new
And now your clothes are armour plated
And there's a wardrobe full of deep sea diver suits
The lengths that I must go to, to keep the flies away
But now you'll be ok