Handsome Family - Flies lyrics

On fan of golden hair Oiled with rose and cinnamon As your blood bloomed poppy red Across your velvet coat Your deep blue velvet coat It’s there in Montana prairie gra** The Sioux shot Custer down His red scarf tied, his black boots shined How beautiful he looked to the flies The happy kingdom of flies Dear Custer there’s a Wal-Mart now Where once the grizzlies roamed Mountains of hair spray and cowboy shirts And everyone has a gun Everyone still has a gun But high in the rafters above the lights Red finches, they hide their nest And when our cars drive out of sight They sing symphonies across the night In that forest of heating pipes And out past the parking lot along the curb In the wilds of weed and trash Prayed on his love, the smallest ants Fight battles for the glory of the queen Such a tiny, glorious queen But even the empress of the ants For whom ten thousand fall Makes not a sound beneath the blades Of our great empire of lawns How quiet is the empire of lawns