《Flies》歌词

[00:00:09] Your fan of golden hair oiled with rose and cinnamon

[00:00:22] As your blood bloomed poppy red across your velvet coat

[00:00:34] Your deep blue velvet coat

[00:00:43] Yes there in Montana prairie grass the Sioux shot Custer down

[00:00:56] His red scarf tied his black boots shined

[00:01:02] How beautiful he looked to the flies

[00:01:08] The happy kingdom of flies

[00:01:17] Dear Custer there's a Wal-Mart now

[00:01:24] Where once the grizzlies roamed

[00:01:31] Mountains of hair spray and cowboy shirts

[00:01:37] And everyone has a gun

[00:01:43] Everyone still has a gun

[00:01:52] But high in the rafters above the lights

[00:01:58] Red finches they hide their nests

[00:02:04] And when our cars drive out of sight

[00:02:10] They sing symphonies across the night

[00:02:17] In their forest of heating pipes

[00:02:26] And out past the parking lot along the curb

[00:02:32] In the wilds of w**d and trash

[00:02:38] Great armies of the smallest ants fight battles

[00:02:46] For the glory of their queen

[00:02:51] Such a tiny glorious queen

[00:03:00] But even the empress of the ants for whom ten thousand fall

[00:03:13] Makes not a sound beneath

[00:03:17] The blades of our great empire of lawns

[00:03:26] How quiet is the empire of lawns