Song parody of
Dust Through a Fan
by Bride
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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 over head these are the living dead
Stir the Persian smack, see young faces crack
Sold their souls for sex and greed 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 they can
Your just putty in their hands
Your slipping and sliding in quicksand
Your like the dust blown through a fan
I've seen the poor, seen the needy
Pitied the rich despised the greedy
I've seen the dirty the unclean
I've seen the worst things ever been
I've 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
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 over head these are the living dead
Stir the Persian smack, see young faces crack
Sold their souls for sex and greed 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 they can
Your just putty in their hands
Your slipping and sliding in quicksand
Your like the dust blown through a fan
I've seen the poor, seen the needy
Pitied the rich despised the greedy
I've seen the dirty the unclean
I've seen the worst things ever been
I've 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
