Blowfly - Green On Red

Blowfly’s sitting on a fence

A dirty vulture ain’t got no sense

He waits for pickers to come his way

A chewed up burger gets him through the day

Blowfly’s sleepin' in the street

A busted bottle lying at his feet

No shoe laces and a deep suntan

A pool a piss and a sterno can

Blowfly’s work is at the plasma store

He’s paid in green backs for the blood he pours

He don’t like needles but he loves his juice

He’s wound so tight man he can’t get loose