Slow Rider - Julian Cope

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