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Well I'm waking up | to your crazy shitAnd I'm leaving now | Yes I'm a jumping ship |Because your heart is cold | like a box of beerAnd I just can cope| with you my dearUnder the bleaching sun | out on the washing lineHanging from our thumbs | until we get us dryAnd I'm cooking up | a little kooky scheme [kook kook]To clean their minds | Such precious minds| the sweetest minds I've ever seenNow you're feeding on | the simple youngAnd your bloody tongue | doesn't turn me onA sacrificial lamb | is in your armsAnd I see your face | and its wicked charmsAnd the way you work the room | until everybody here starts bleeding from the eyesUnder the bleaching sun | Out on the washing lineHanging from our thumbs | until we get us dryAnd I'm a cooking up | a little kooky scheme [kook kook]To clean their minds | and break your spine | apart in my handsAnd this could be all | that you ever know | until you let it go your mind is goneIt's heading for the bleaching sunI'll never know | I don't mind at all' Cause I've seen it all fall beforeAs you head into the bleaching sun....You're heading for the | bleaching sun From Letras Mania