This dirty apartment, a fithly assortment of flags for my nation of grease.
There's food stuck to dishes and piles of old garbage
that god knows what lies beneath.
Didn't I have a cat once? I'm fairly sure I had one.
I wonder what became of him?
The paths through the garbage must've granted him passage to someplace where seagulls don't live.

And you know it's bad when weeds have begun
to grow so great you'll be overrun.
A closet or a kitchen? I can't be sure.
But I've seen fruitflies as big as the birds.

What once was a trashcan has now become a wildland
of invertibrate lifeforms unkown.
They're forming a union of their own devices to make this their permanent home.

Fruitflies!!
Flies!!
More flies!!
Horse flies!!

See the little beatles rolling there dung. Roll as mutch as you like, guys, there's more to come.
You know it's bad when weeds have begun
to grow so great you'll be overrun.

Fruitflies!!
Flies!!
More flies!!