Hanging Out And Hung Up On The Line

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