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