Julian Cope - Hanging Out And Hung Up On The Line Lyrics
Well the blues had a baby and the bastard couldn't singSo the priest holds the candle and the parents kiss the ringSomeone shouted 'Let's keep the afterbirth and throw the kid away'Me and I fried my brain-sac for the pain I felt todaySo I go out and come in again, so I go out and come in againSo I go out and come in again, see if I can get cleanCome on, split my head wide open, Scoop out a little of my brainNeed some identification? Julian Cope - the very saneYeah and this is not a dainty world to set before the swineGuess it looks like I'm hanging out and hung up on the lineWinter's getting warmer, the ice-caps are meltingI've got the whole Blues of Creation, snapping at my heelsSo I go out and come in again, so I go out and come in againSo I go out and come in again, see if I can get cleanCome on, split my head wide open, scoop out a little of my brainNeed some identification? Julian Cope - the very saneYeah and this is not a dainty world to set before the swineGuess it looks like I'm hanging out and hung up on the lineI looked in the mirror, stared at the shelfI said "Doctor, doctor, doc, I can't be myself"Since 1904, this pathway's been just fineSo why should I be hanging out and hung up on the lineWhy should I be hanging out and hung up on the lineHanging out - hanging out - we're hanging outAnd this is not a dainty world - and this is not a dainty worldAnd this is not a dainty world to set before the swineGuess it looks like I'm hanging out and hung up on the line
