"Routine" lyrics - BO BURNHAM

The flies do their daily exercise routine,
Buzzing and twisting around the mounds of shit
In my front lawn.

How happy they must be darting through the stench,
Taking deep breaths of airborne fecal particles
Rather than that stale chemical fertilizer.

The shit's where it's at. The flies know that.
When the dancing is over, they collapse onto the poo
And stuff their faces with it.