| Well the blues had a baby and the bastard couldn’t sing
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| So the priest holds the candle and the parents kiss the ring
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| Someone shouted «Let's keep the afterbirth and throw the kid away»
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| Me? |
| And I fried my brain-sac for the pain I felt today
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| So I go out and come in again, so I go out and come in again
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| So I go out and come in again, see if I can get clean
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| Come on, split my head wide open, Scoop out a little of my brain
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| Need some identification? |
| Julian Cope — the very sane
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| Yeah and this is not a dainty world to set before the swine
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| Guess it looks like I’m hanging out and hung up on the line
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| Winter’s getting warmer, the ice-caps are melting
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| I’ve got the whole Blues of Creation, snapping at my heels
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| So I go out and come in again, so I go out and come in again
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| So I go out and come in again, see if I can get clean
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| Come on, split my head wide open, scoop out a little of my brain
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| Need some identification? |
| Julian Cope — the very sane
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| Yeah and this is not a dainty world to set before the swine
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| Guess it looks like I’m hanging out and hung up on the line
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| I looked in the mirror, stared at the shelf
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| I said «Doctor, doctor, doc, I can’t be myself»
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| Since 1904, this pathway’s been just fine
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| So why should I be hanging out and hung up on the line
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| Why should I be hanging out and hung up on the line
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| Hanging out — hanging out — we’re hanging out
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| And this is not a dainty world — and this is not a dainty world
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| And this is not a dainty world to set before the swine
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| Guess it looks like I’m hanging out and hung up on the line |