2.Bleaching Sun
Well I'm waking up ｜｜ to your crazy shit
And I'm leaving now ｜｜ Yes I'm a jumping ship ｜｜
Because your heart is cold ｜｜ like a box of beer
And I just can cope｜｜ with you my dear
Under the bleaching sun ｜｜ out on the washing line
Hanging from our thumbs ｜｜ until we get us dry
To clean their minds ｜｜ Such precious minds｜｜ the sweetest minds
I've ever seen
Now you're feeding on ｜｜ the simple young
And your bloody tongue ｜｜ doesn't turn me on
A 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 ｜｜ Out on the washing line
Hanging from our thumbs ｜｜ until we get us dry
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 mind 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.
You're heading for the ｜｜ bleaching sun
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