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

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

His soul hurts it's well filled up
The praise is mentally sent back or taken apart
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, I'll get a deal
And go away, away from the empty brains
ask how I wrote, 'Elastic Man'

His last work was, 'Space Mystery' in the Mail
An article in Leather Thighs, the only real is waking
And your eyes, so I'm resigned to bed
I bottles and comics stuffed by its head

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