Dust Through A Fan

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 Bogota Has Everybody Lying Down
See Them Crawl Like A Snake, Noses To The Ground

Chorus:
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 A 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 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 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

Chorus:

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 A Fan

You're Like The Dust Blown Through A Fan
They'll Take You For All They Can
You're Like The Dust Blown Through A Fan
You're Like The Dust, D-D-D-D-D-D-Dust
You're Like The Dust Blown Through A Fan
They'll Take You For All They Can
You're Like The Dust Blown Through A Fan
You're Like The Dust Blown Through A Fan