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

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

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

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

His last 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 by its head

Fuck it, let the grow, I'm too tired,
I'll do it tomorrow, the is sparse
But in the town, they'll me in the shops
Verily they'll me down

Touch my and ignore my dumb mission
And sick red smile and they will ask me
And they will ask me how I wrote, Man'