Obscura Lyrics

The flies are coming out
Better put repellent on
They might drink away your blood
They'll be sure to define who's boss

The husbands won't see their wives no more
The debris of the ship has washed ashore
The lives of the men are dead and gone
Everyone else is moving on.

The birds are migrating north.
Into the obscure.
Don't shoot them out of the sky
They'll be just fine.

La cucaracha, la cucaracha
La cucaracha, la cucaracha
Can survive a nuclear weapon.