Paroles Lazy Flies de Beck

Beck
  • 0.0Vous n'aimez pas les paroles de Beckloading
  • Note 0.0/5 basée sur 0 avis.
  • Artiste: Beck3165
  • Chanson: Lazy Flies
  • Langue:

Les chansons similaires

Remember The Ride de Perfect Stranger

He spent his days with horses And his nights with Rosalee He spent his pay on whiskey That was made in Tennessee As I was growing up He spent a lot of time with me When I'd ask him about women He'd just...

Confessions 1, 2 And 3 de Style Council (The)

Confessions 1, 2 & 3 - Count me off but don't count me down, Down to what you wanted of me Now I know - I could not be, Confessions of the fool of dreams As I once - once took the blame Now I just...

Confessions 1, 2 And 3 de The Style Council

Confessions 1, 2 & 3 - Count me off but don't count me down, Down to what you wanted of me Now I know - I could not be, Confessions of the fool of dreams As I once - once took the blame Now...

Mako de A Girl A Gun A Ghost

So we begin how we will end; these lights so bright Our eyes are opening taking the welcoming world. We're swimming in circles. I found my lover in bed with a dead man Giving satisfaction as only the dead...

Dust de Theatres Des Vampires

Shadows are playing with the light All that I see Drive me into this agony Time blows the life far away I follow this strange symphony Dust nothing more then dust Dust dust everything is fast Dust so much...

Textes et Paroles de Lazy Flies




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
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
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


N'hésitez pas à faire une recherche de paroles d'une chanson dont vous ne connaissez qu'un morceau de texte avec notre moteur de paroles et chansons