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I'm grateful to my past influences
But they will not free me, I am not
All the people ask me how I wrote, 'Elastic

Life should be of strangeness like a rich painting
But it gets day by day, I'm a potential DJ
A wreck, a mental wretch
Everybody asks me how I wrote, 'Elastic

His soul hurts it's well filled up
The praise received is mentally sent back or taken
The Observer just about sums him up
E.g. self-satisfied,

I'm living a fake, people say, "You are to and great"
But I haven't wrote for 90 days, get a good deal
And I'll go away, away from the empty
That ask how I wrote, 'Elastic

His work was, 'Space Mystery' in the Daily Mail
An article in Leather Thighs, the only thing is waking
And rubbing eyes, so I'm resigned to bed
I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its

it, let the beard grow, I'm too tired,
I'll do it tomorrow, the fridge is
But in the town, they'll stop me in the
they'll track me down

Touch my shoulder and ignore my dumb
And sick red faced and they will ask me
And they will ask me how I wrote, 'Elastic