Beck - Lazy Flies Lyrics
Lazy flies, all hovering aboveThe magistrate, he puts on his glovesAnd he looks to the clouds, all pink and disheveledThere must be some blueprint, some creed of the devilInscribed in our mindsA hideous game vanishes in thin airThe vanity of slaves, who wants to be thereTo sweep the debris, to harness dead horsesRide in the sun, a life of confessionsWritten in the dustOut in the mangroves, the mynah birds cryIn the shadows of sulfur, the trawlers drift byTheyre chewing dried meat in a house of disreputeThe dust of opiates and syphilis patientsOn brochure vacationsFear has a glare that traps you like searchlightsPuritans stare, their souls are fluorescentThe skin of a robot vibrates with pleasureMatrons and gigolos carouse in the parlorTheir hand-grenade eyes, invalid and blindA hideous game vanishes in thin airThe vanity of slaves, who wants to be thereTo sweep the debris, to harness dead horsesRide in the sun, a life of confessionsWritten in the dustLa la la la, la la la laLa la la la, la la la laLa la la la, la la la laLa la la la, la la la, la la la la
