The Fall - How I Wrote Elastic Man lyrics
[The Fall - How I Wrote Elastic Man lyrics]
But they will not free me i am not diseased
All the people ask me
How I wrote "Elastic Man"
Life should be full of strangeness
Like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day
I'm a potential DJ a creeping wreck
A mental wretch everybody asks me
How I wrote "Elastic Man"
His soul hurts though it's well filled up
The praise received is mentally sent back
Or taken apart
The Observer magazine just about sums him up
Eg self-satisfied, smug
I'm living a fake
People say, "You are entitled to and great"
But I haven't wrote for 90 days
I'll get a good deal and I'll go away
Away from the empty brains that ask
How I wrote "Elastic Man"
His last work was "Space Mystery"
In the Daily Mail
An article in Leather Thighs
The only thing real is waking
And rubbing your eyes so I'm resigned to bed
I keep bottles and comics
Stuffed by it's head
Fuck it, let the beard grow i'm too tired
I'll do it tomorrow the fridge is sparse
But in the town they'll stop me in the shops
Verily they'll track me down
Touch my shoulder and ignore my dumb mission
And sick red faced smile
And they will ask me and they will ask me
How I wrote "Elastic Man"