A Fly On Board

I deserve this flight, I'd have paid, a little more That I know, I know The cheque wasn't mine, fine But now, there's a fly aboard Flying with me Across the border It's busy singing Seat to seat, head to head Sometimes it tastes a lip And looks away There's a fly aboard I'm not petty It doesn't. The fly does not Deserve this fight Its my war. I want to skin it I shall kill it It a manner It will live to remember Thrice, I queued, I stood Thrice, I checked my pack Eyes, I passed the cops I walked this talk This fly did not For fairness the fly must go For sanity I've stopped My mission The fly must go