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
Impatent and blind
A hideous stain
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
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 Impatent and blind A hideous stain 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 Explain Request ×
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