Beck – Lazy Flies (Guitar)

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        F            C
and he looks to the clouds all pink and disheveled

       B7             C             G            F# 
there must be some blueprints, some creed of the devil

    F             C
inscribed in our minds

  Am       D   F           Am  
a hideous game vanishes in thin air

    Am         D     F            Am  
the vanity of slaves who wants to be there?

    E           F                   C
to sweep the debris to harness dead-horses

   D           G     F          C
to ride in the sun a life of confessions

E              F    G#  
written in the dust

C     G     A     E      F            C
out in the mangroves the mynah birds cry

       C       G  A       E    F             C
in the shadows of sulphur the trawlers drift by

        D7            G         F            C
they're chewing dried meat in a house of disrepute

B7          C           G        F#
the dust of opiates and syphilis patients

   F           C 
on brochure vacations

Am         D          F              Am 
fear has a glare that traps you like searchlights

    Am        D          F             Am 
the puritans stare their souls are fluoresecent

    E         F                   C
the skin of a robot vibrates with pleasure

D           G         F            C
matrons and gigolos carouse in the parlor

      E            F                G#  
their hand-grenade eyes invalid and blind 

  Am       D   F           Am  
a hideous game vanishes in thin air

    Am         D     F            Am  
the vanity of slaves who wants to be there?

    E           F                    C
to sweep the debris to harness dead-horses

   D           G     F          C
to ride in the sun a life of confessions

E               F    G#  
written in the dust