Flies from Calavera Catrina by Ford Theatre Reunion

Summertime
And it's a mean one

Got breath like a train, man
And a stench to match

The way the light
Falls on your features
You're a pretty girl
But you've let yourself go too much

Since you've been gone
The flies are everywhere
They cover the wall
And buzz 'round my head

I can't tell you why
I guess it must have something to do with this weather...

Summertime
And it's a goddamn shame

Got the stench of a burnt match
And the hum of a train

Now, I was dressin' us up
For a grand old evening on the town
But we don't move like we used to
You don't move like you used to

Since you've been gone
The flies are everywhere
They got in my eyes
And now everything's black

I think they got in my head

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