Maggie Turns to Flies

Turning numbers low and high
The accountant and his wife
Hunger for their prize

In the slumber of the night
Wrap around a sheet of fallen sky
Gone from countless calculator lies

You might wonder someday
You will go under one day
My, my, my
When the eagle flies

Lies won't change a friend so wise
Trade winds blow where maggots turn to flies
What a better life

When the numbers cry
Lies won't change a friend so wise
Trade winds blow where maggots turn to flies
What a better life