Dead Flies - Alice Cooper

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

And they’ll leave you to die

Infected by the venom of their vicious, viral lies

It’s all lies

We’re dead flies

Priests and Parriahs

Disguised as holy guru

Practicing their montra

Of some cybernetic voodoo

And there’s always a messiah

Preaching mass disaster

Claiming that they’re Jesus or illuminated master

And they’ll drive you to the edge

And they’ll leave you to die

Infected by the venom of their vicious, viral lies

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 stessing

They’ll take your wealth and fame

In exchange for the blessing

And they’ll kill you with their gospel

Full of psycho-babble vomit

When they make you drink the Kool-Aid

And you ride off on that comet

It’s all lies

We’re dead flies, yeah

It’s all lies

We’re nothing but dead flies