Lazy flies all hovering above The magistrate, he puts on his glovesAnd he looks to the cloudsAll pink and disheveledThere must be some blueprintSome creed of the devil Inscribed in our mindsA hideous game Vanishes in thin air The vanity of slavesWho 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 mangrovesThe mynah birds cryIn the shadows of sulphurThe trawlers drift by They're chewing dried meatIn a house of disreputeThe dust of opiatesAnd syphilis patientsOn 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, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

These withered hands have dug for a dream Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares Over the hill, a desolate wind Turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy The end O the end We live again O I grow weary of the end O hungry days in the footsteps of fools Gazing alone through sex-painted windows Dredging the night, drunk libertines Stink like colognes from the newfangled wasteland The end O the end We live again O I grow weary of the end Love is a plague in a mix-match parade Where the castaways look so deranged When will children learn to let their wildernesses burn And love will be new, never cold and vacant These withered hands have dug for a dream Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares The end Of the end We live again O I grow weary of the end

Oh when they beatupon a broken guitarand on the streetsthey reek of tropical charmsthe embassies lie in hideous shardsWhere tourists snore and decay When they dance in a reptile blazeYou wear a mask, an equatorial hazeInto the past, a colonial mazeWhere there's no more confetti to throw You wouldn't know what to say to yourselfLove is a poverty you couldn't sellMisery waits in vague hotelsTo be evicted you're out of luckyou're singing funeral songsto the studsthey're anabolic and bronzethey seem to strutin their millennial fogsTill they fall down and deflate And you wouldn't know what to say to yourselfLove is a poverty you couldn't sellMisery waits in vague hotelsTo be evicted Oh and now you've had your funUnder an air-conditioned sunIt's burned into your eyesLeaves you plain and left behindOh see them eyes and fallInto the jaws of a pestilent love You wouldn't know what to say to yourselfLove is a poverty you couldn't sellMisery waits in vague hotelsTo be a victim

Where will you goWhen this day is over? A gambler's purseLays on the road Straight to your doorSnakes have gone crazy tonightWinding their way out of sight A laugh, a jokeA sentiment wastedSeasons of strangersThey've come and gone Doldrums are poundingCheapskates are clowning this townWho could disown themselves now? EngineerSlow down this old trainCinders and chaffLaugh at the moon Night birds will cackleRotting like apples on treesSending their dead melodiesTo me