Julian H. Cope

Lyrics for Julian H. 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, yeah, 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, speakin' in tongues Speaking of the devil, yeah, here he comes "Badges, badges? We don't need no stinkin' badges" Sissified, too civilised, 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