Lazy flies
Beck
A hideous game vanishes in thin air
The vanity of slaves, who wants to be there
To sweep the debris, to harness dead horses
Ride in the sun, a life of confessions
Written in the dust
Out in the mangroves, the mynah birds cry
In the shadows of sulfur, the trawlers drift by
They're chewing dried meat in a house of disrepute
The dust of opiates and syphilis patients
On brochure vacations
Fear has a glare that traps you like searchlights
Puritans stare, their souls are fluorescent
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
Ride in the sun, a life of confessions
Written in the dust
The vanity of slaves, who wants to be there
To sweep the debris, to harness dead horses
Ride in the sun, a life of confessions
Written in the dust
Out in the mangroves, the mynah birds cry
In the shadows of sulfur, the trawlers drift by
They're chewing dried meat in a house of disrepute
The dust of opiates and syphilis patients
On brochure vacations
Fear has a glare that traps you like searchlights
Puritans stare, their souls are fluorescent
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
Ride in the sun, a life of confessions
Written in the dust
Izvajalec: Beck