Well I'm waking up to your crazy shit. And I'm leaving now, yes I'm a jumping ship

'Cause your heart is cold, like a box of beer, and I just can't cope with you my dear

Under the bleaching sun [under the bleaching sun] out on the washing line [out on the washing line]

We're hanging from our thumbs [we're hanging from our thumbs] until we get us dry

And I'm cooking up [yeah I'm a cooking up] a little kooky scheme [kook kook]

To clean their minds, precious minds, the sweetest minds you've ever seen

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Now you're feeding on all the simple young and your bloody tongue, it doesn't turn me on

Sacrificial lamb is in your arms and I see your face and its wicked charms

And the way you work the room until everybody here starts bleeding from the eyes

Under the bleaching sun [under the bleaching sun] out on the washing line [out on the washing line]

We're hanging from our thumbs [we're hanging from our thumbs] until we get us dry

And I'm cooking up [and I'm a cooking up] a little kooky scheme [kook kook]

To clean their minds and break your spine apart in my hands

And this could be all that you ever know until you let it go your heart is gone

It's heading for the bleaching sun

I'll never know, I don't mind at all 'cause I've seen it all fall before as you head into the bleaching sun

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It's heading for the bleaching sun