Dead Flies Songtext
von Alice Cooper
Dead Flies Songtext
Please watch your step, dear
The world is out to beat you
Don′t you know there's cannibals
Designed to kill and eat you
Your sister′s high on angel dust
And so's your porno brother
And your phone knows more about you
Than your daddy or your mother
They'll drive you to the edge
Where they′ll leave you to die
Infected by the venom
Of their vicious viral lie
It′s all lies
We're dead flies
Priest and pariahs
Disguised as holy guru
Practicing their mantra
Of some cybernetic voodoo
And there′s always some messiah
Preaching mass disaster
Claiming that they're Jesus
Or illuminati masters
And they′ll drive you to the edge
Where they'll leave you to die
Infected by the venom
Of their vicious viral lie
It′s all lies
We're dead flies
It's all lies
We′re dead flies
They′re gonna need your money
To relieve you of your stressin'
They′ll take your wealth and fame
In exchange for their blessin'
And they′ll kill you with their gospel
Full of psychobabble vomit
When they make you drink the Kool-Aid
And you ride off on that comet
All lies
We're dead flies
Yeah, it′s all lies
We're nothing but dead flies
The world is out to beat you
Don′t you know there's cannibals
Designed to kill and eat you
Your sister′s high on angel dust
And so's your porno brother
And your phone knows more about you
Than your daddy or your mother
They'll drive you to the edge
Where they′ll leave you to die
Infected by the venom
Of their vicious viral lie
It′s all lies
We're dead flies
Priest and pariahs
Disguised as holy guru
Practicing their mantra
Of some cybernetic voodoo
And there′s always some messiah
Preaching mass disaster
Claiming that they're Jesus
Or illuminati masters
And they′ll drive you to the edge
Where they'll leave you to die
Infected by the venom
Of their vicious viral lie
It′s all lies
We're dead flies
It's all lies
We′re dead flies
They′re gonna need your money
To relieve you of your stressin'
They′ll take your wealth and fame
In exchange for their blessin'
And they′ll kill you with their gospel
Full of psychobabble vomit
When they make you drink the Kool-Aid
And you ride off on that comet
All lies
We're dead flies
Yeah, it′s all lies
We're nothing but dead flies
Writer(s): Alice Cooper, Bob Ezrin, Tommy Denander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

