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