Lazy Flies Lyrics

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 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  
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