Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dust Through A Fan, artist - Bride. Album song Snakes In The Playground, in the genre Классика металаDate of issue: 31.12.1991
Record label: Star Song
Song language: English
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 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 their 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 the 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 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 things that’s ever been |
| Seen the lost, 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 the 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 the fan |
| They’ll take you for all they can |
| You’re like the dust |
| You’re like the dust |
| You’re like the dust blown through the… |
| 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 the fan |