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 in the bathroom, in the back,
You never know what you will see up in the apple tree,
Your time is short, how disappointed God must be.

Oh, yeah.

They are lovers of their own selves, unthankful and proud,
Blasphemers, disobedient, boasters, unholy and loud,
A fine snow from Bogot? has everybody lying down,
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 hand,
You're slipping and sliding in quicksand,
You're like the dust blown through the fan,
They'll take you for all that they can,
You're just putty in their hand,
You're slipping and sliding in quicksand,
You're like the dust blown through the 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 that's ever been,
I've seen the lost, I seen the saved,
Children cry in Morrison's grave,
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 the hand,
You're slipping and sliding in quicksand,
You're like the dust blown through the fan,
They'll take you for all that they can,
You're just putty in their hand,
You're slipping and sliding in quicksand,
You're like the dust blown through the fan.

It's the fear of alone,
They'll take you for all that they can,
You're like the dust, you're like the dust
You're like the dust blow through a...

They'll take you for all that they can,
You're just putty in their hand,
You're slipping and sliding in quicksand,
You're like the dust blown through the fan.

You're like the dust blown through the fan,
They'll take you for all they can,
You're like the dust blown through the fan,
You're like the dust, d-d-d-d-d-d-dust,
You're like the dust blown through the fan,
They'll take you for all they can,
You're like the dust blown through the fan,
You're like the dust blown through the fan.