Beck - Lazy Flies lyrics

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 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
The 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
To ride in the sun, a life of confessions
Written in the dust