C G A E F7M C

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C G  A     E    F        C
lazy flies all hovering above
     C G   A    E    F          C
the magistrate, he puts on his gloves
        D7            G
and he looks to the clouds
    F            C
all pink and disheveled
       B7             C   
there must be some blueprints,
      G            F# 
some creed of the devil
    F             C
inscribed in our minds


  Am       D  
a hideous game
F           Am   
vanishes in thin air
    Am          D  
the vanity of slaves
F            Am   
who wants to be there?
    E           F 
to sweep the debris
   F              C
to harness dead-horses
   D            G 
to ride in the sun
  F           C  
a life of confessions
E               F    G#  
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 

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 la la la la la etc.

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