Lazy Flies

Beck

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    Lazy flies all hovering above
    The magistrate, he puts on his gloves
    And he looks to the clouds
    All pink and disheveled
    There must be some blueprints,
    Some creed of the devil
    Inscribed in our minds

    A hideous game
    Vanishes in thin air
    The vanity of slaves
    Who wants to be there?
    To sweep the debris
    To harness dead-horses
    To ride in the sun
    A life of confessions
    Written in the dust
    Out in the mangroves the mynah birds cry
    In the shadows of sulphur the trawlers drift by
    They're chewing dried meat house of disrepute
    The dust of opiates and syphilis patients
    On brochure vacations
    Fear has a glare that traps you
    Like searchlights
    The puritans stare
    Their souls are fluoresecent
    The skin of a robot
    Vibrates with pleasure
    Matrons and gigolos
    Carouse in the parlor
    Their hand-grenade eyes
    Invalid and blind
    A hideous game
    Vanishes in thin air
    The vanity of slaves
    Who wants to be there?
    To sweep the debris
    To harness dead-horses
    To ride in the sun
    A life of confessions
    Written in the dust
    La la la la la la la etc.
    End on

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    Lazy flies all hovering above
    The magistrate, he puts on his gloves
    And he looks to the clouds
    All pink and disheveled
    There must be some blueprints,
    Some creed of the devil
    Inscribed in our minds

    A hideous game
    Vanishes in thin air
    The vanity of slaves
    Who wants to be there?
    To sweep the debris
    To harness dead-horses
    To ride in the sun
    A life of confessions
    Written in the dust
    Out in the mangroves the mynah birds cry
    In the shadows of sulphur the trawlers drift by
    They're chewing dried meat house of disrepute
    The dust of opiates and syphilis patients
    On brochure vacations
    Fear has a glare that traps you
    Like searchlights
    The puritans stare
    Their souls are fluoresecent
    The skin of a robot
    Vibrates with pleasure
    Matrons and gigolos
    Carouse in the parlor
    Their hand-grenade eyes
    Invalid and blind
    A hideous game
    Vanishes in thin air
    The vanity of slaves
    Who wants to be there?
    To sweep the debris
    To harness dead-horses
    To ride in the sun
    A life of confessions
    Written in the dust
    La la la la la la la etc.
    End on

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    Composición: Beck Hansen

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