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 (Under the bleaching sun) Out on the washing line (Out on the washing line) I'm hanging from my thumbs (We're hanging from our thumbs) Until we get us dry And I'm a cooking up (Yeah I'm a cooking up) A little kooky scheme (Cook cook) Oh to clean their minds, precious minds The sweetest minds you've ever seen And now you're feeding on All the simple young And your bloody tongue It doesn't turn me on A sacrificial lamb Is in your arms And I see your face And it's wicked charms And the way you work the room Until everybody here starts bleeding from the eyes Under the bleaching sun (Under the bleaching sun) Out on the washing line (Out on the washing line) I'm hanging from my thumbs (We're hanging from our thumbs) Until we get us dry And I'm a cooking up (Yeah I'm a cooking up) A little kooky scheme (Cook cook) 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 And I'll never know Oh and I don't mind at all 'Cause I've seen it all fall before As you head into the bleaching sun