Lazy Flies Lyrics - Mutations - Beck

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 blueprint 

Some creed of the devil 

Inscribed in our minds 

A hideous game 

Vanishes in the 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 

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Out in the mangroves 

The mynah birds cry 

In the shadows of sulphur 

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 

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 

Photos 

A hideous game 

Vanishes in the 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