How I Wrote Elastic Man Lyrics
| Song | How I Wrote Elastic Man |
| Artist | The Fall |
| Album | Grotesque (After the Gramme) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hanley, Scanlon, Smith | |
| Im eternally grateful | |
| To my past influences | |
| 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 | |
| Im a potential dj | |
| A creeping wreck | |
| A mental wretch | |
| Everybody asks me | |
| How I wrote "elastic man" | |
| His soul hurts though its well filled up | |
| The praise received is mentally sent back | |
| Or taken apart | |
| The observer magazine just about sums him up | |
| E.g. self-satisfied, smug | |
| I'm living a fake | |
| People say, "you are entitled to and great." | |
| But I havent wrote for 90 days | |
| Ill get a good deal and Ill 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 Im resigned to bed | |
| I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its head | |
| Fuck it, let the beard grow | |
| Im too tired, | |
| Ill do it tomorrow | |
| The fridge is sparse | |
| But in the town | |
| Theyll stop me in the shops | |
| Verily theyll 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" |
| zuo ci : Hanley, Scanlon, Smith | |
| Im eternally grateful | |
| To my past influences | |
| 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 | |
| Im a potential dj | |
| A creeping wreck | |
| A mental wretch | |
| Everybody asks me | |
| How I wrote " elastic man" | |
| His soul hurts though its well filled up | |
| The praise received is mentally sent back | |
| Or taken apart | |
| The observer magazine just about sums him up | |
| E. g. selfsatisfied, smug | |
| I' m living a fake | |
| People say, " you are entitled to and great." | |
| But I havent wrote for 90 days | |
| Ill get a good deal and Ill 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 Im resigned to bed | |
| I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its head | |
| Fuck it, let the beard grow | |
| Im too tired, | |
| Ill do it tomorrow | |
| The fridge is sparse | |
| But in the town | |
| Theyll stop me in the shops | |
| Verily theyll 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" |
| zuò cí : Hanley, Scanlon, Smith | |
| Im eternally grateful | |
| To my past influences | |
| 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 | |
| Im a potential dj | |
| A creeping wreck | |
| A mental wretch | |
| Everybody asks me | |
| How I wrote " elastic man" | |
| His soul hurts though its well filled up | |
| The praise received is mentally sent back | |
| Or taken apart | |
| The observer magazine just about sums him up | |
| E. g. selfsatisfied, smug | |
| I' m living a fake | |
| People say, " you are entitled to and great." | |
| But I havent wrote for 90 days | |
| Ill get a good deal and Ill 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 Im resigned to bed | |
| I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its head | |
| Fuck it, let the beard grow | |
| Im too tired, | |
| Ill do it tomorrow | |
| The fridge is sparse | |
| But in the town | |
| Theyll stop me in the shops | |
| Verily theyll 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" |
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