Wading through the chaos to where the crows [?] sit It’s where my bones fit Where I’m comfortable No-one can deny me My natural instincts They’re what I’m drawn too When I waste my time Rationalise your own revolution It can be easily compressed Touch his skin, he feels like a man! Touch his skin, he feels like a man! Make light to greedy promoters They can be easily bypassed Touch his skin, he feels like a man! Touch his skin, he feels like a man! That fly! That damned fly! Makes me sick Leaves me compromised There must be a logic behind the madness If it’s financial Then it’s deeply flawed Someone should remind him that in this business Bad acoustics Are an awful start Rationalise your own revolution It can be easily compressed Touch his skin, he feels like a man! Touch his skin, he feels like a man! Make light to greedy promoters They can be easily bypassed Touch his skin, he feels like a man! Touch his skin, he feels like a man! That fly! That damned fly! Makes me sick Leaves me compromised Rationalise your own revolution It can be easily compressed Without the young and the desperate They won’t have anyone left