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  • 作词 : 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 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
    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
    La la laLa la la
    La la la...
  • 作词 : 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 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
    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
    La la laLa la la
    La la la...