Lyrics:

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
Yeah

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

Yeah
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
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
And this is not a dainty world

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

Looks like I'm hanging out and hung up on the line
Looks like I'm hanging out and hung up on the line
Looks like I'm hanging out and hung up on the line
Looks like I'm hanging out and hung up on the line