Julian Cope Las Vegas Basement
Easy, when life’s a bitter pill
you swallow down
with your last breath.
And find me alone,
and trapped amidst superlatives and greed.
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 go.
Top or bottom. Face the monster, let him know.
I was born to entertain, so here go, once more
I was thrown under before got to sing.
Only to be now forgotten
Only to be now forgotten
