Well I’m waking up | to your crazy shitnAnd I’m leaving now | Yes I’m a jumping ship |nBecause your heart is cold | like a box of beernAnd I just can cope| with you my dearnnUnder the bleaching sun | out on the washing linenHanging from our thumbs | until we get us drynAnd I’m cooking up | a little kooky scheme [kook kook]nTo clean their minds | Such precious minds| the sweetest minds I’ve ever seennnNow you’re feeding on | the simple youngnAnd your bloody tongue | doesn’t turn me onnA sacrificial lamb | is in your armsnAnd I see your face | and its wicked charmsnAnd the way you work the room | until everybody here starts bleeding from the eyesnnUnder the bleaching sun | Out on the washing linenHanging from our thumbs | until we get us drynAnd I’m a cooking up | a little kooky scheme [kook kook]nTo clean their minds | and break your spine | apart in my handsnnAnd this could be all | that you ever know | until you let it go your mind is gonenIt’s heading for the bleaching sunnI’ll never know | I don’t mind at alln‘ Cause I’ve seen it all fall beforenAs you head into the bleaching sun….nnYou’re heading for the | bleaching sun