The Phoenix Foundation - Bleaching Sun

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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
And I’m cooking up | a little kooky scheme
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
And I’m a cooking up | a little kooky scheme
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