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Bride

Genres: Rock

Dust Through A Fan Lyrics - Bride

High heel boys dancing in the noise 

Bright lights blind, it is play time 

Silver screen smut in the tomb of Mr. Tut 

Standing tall overhead these are the living dead 

 

Stir the Persian smack, see young faces crack 

Sold their souls for sex and green in the bathroom in the back 

You never know what you might see up in the apple tree 

Your time is short, how disappointed God must be 

 

They are lovers of their own selves, unthankful and proud 

Blasphemers, disobedient, boaster, unholy and loud 

A fine snow from Bogota has everybody lying down 

I see them crawl like a snake, noses to the ground 

 

They'll take you for all that they can 

You're just putty in their hands 

You're slipping and sliding in quicksand 

You're like the dust blown through a fan 

 

They'll take you for all that they can 

You're just putty in their hands 

You're slipping and sliding in quicksand 

You're like the dust blown through a fan 

 

I've seen the poor, I've seen the needy 

Pitied the rich, despised the greedy 

I've seen the dirty, the unclean 

I've seen the worst things that's ever been 

 

I've seen the lost, I've seen the saved 

Children cry at Morrison's grave 

I've seen the bruised in the night 

Grown men cry in broad daylight 

 

They'll take you for all that they can 

You're just putty in their hands 

You're slipping and sliding in quicksand 

You're like the dust blown through a fan 

 

They'll take you for all that they can 

You're just putty in their hands 

You're slipping and sliding in quicksand 

You're like the dust blown through a fan 

 

Just to see you blown 

They'll take you for all that they can 

You're like the dust, you're like the dust 

You're like the dust blown through it 

 

They'll take you for all that they can 

You're just putty in their hands 

You're slipping and sliding in quicksand 

You're like the dust blown through a fan 

 

You're like the dust blown through a fan 

They'll take you for all that they can 

You're like the dust blown through a fan 

 

You're like the dust blown through a fan 

They'll take you for all that they can 

You're like the dust blown through a fan 

You're like the dust blown through a fan