Julian Cope Slow Rider
One foot on your chest and one hand on my belly
Pray tell me who is best
Is it the face of an angel
Is it the face of an angel
You are in the lear jet, me I am in the jungle
Coming through the skies
Coming through the skies
Coming at each other
I'll rip you to shreds
I'll rip you to shreds
I'm making soup from your bones
Clogging up your drains
I'm making soup from your bones
Clogging up your drains
I'm a slow rider
I'm a slow rider
'Cause I'm a slow rider
'Cause I'm a slow rider
