Lazy Flies — текст песни (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 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

Theyre 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



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