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

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

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

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

His last work was, Mystery' in the Daily Mail
An article in Leather Thighs, the only thing real is
And your 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 is sparse
But in the town, they'll me in the shops
they'll track me down

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