Julian Cope
Julian Cope
Julian Cope
Julian Cope
Julian Cope
Julian Cope
Julian Cope
Julian Cope
Julian Cope
Julian Cope
Julian Cope
Julian Cope
Julian Cope
Julian Cope
Julian Cope
Easy
When life's a bitter pill you swallow down
With your last breath
And find me alone
And trapped amidst superlatives and grief
Shine underneath
I was thrown out of the crib into the snow
I was born to entertain, so here I go
Not easy
But your hands around my neck could be construed
As your being rude
Find the dinner gong
Put down my fork, start my song
Cause I could be
Anything you want me to be
Top or bottom, face the monster, let him know
I was born to entertain, so here I go
Top or bottom, face the monster, let him know
I was born to entertain, so here I go (once more…)
I was shown the door before I got to sing
Only to be now forgotten
Only to be now forgotten