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