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Julian H. Cope

Julian Cope


Some people lead their lives on a trusting to luck
Some people base their lives on a questionable fuck
Money's on a winner yet the single most
Cataclysmic intrusion of the Holy Ghost

When will I get what I get to keep
Keep sweeping sister, go back to sleep
Sleep in the doorway of daddio's house
Hear the shivering, the shivering as quiet as a mouse
As quiet as a mouse

She walks up to me, makes the sign of the cross
She says ‘Julian H Cope you're a real dead loss'

Slave to a slavering hollering dog
Woke up in the fireplace, slept like a log
Keep sweeping sister ‘til the brush comes apart
But just remember women aren't supposed to fart

Who's wearing badges, yeah who's making love
Who is receiving from up above
Talking in a whisper, yeah speaking in tongues
Speaking of the devil, yeah here he comes

‘Badges? badges? we don't need no stinkin' badges'
Cissified too civilized I want to be a savage
I want to be the righteous son of man
You know I want to be the papa of the whole darn clan

Walks up to me
makes the sign of the cross
She says ‘Julian H Cope you're a real dead loss'

Real dead loss
You're a real dead loss

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