Текст песни How I Wrote Elastic Man

I?m eternally gratefulTo my past influencesBut they will not free meI am not diseasedAll the people ask meHow I wrote elastic man*Life should be full of strangenessLike a rich paintingBut it gets worse day by dayI?m a potential djA creeping wreckA mental wretchEverybody asks meHow I wrote elastic manHis soul hurts though it?s well filled upThe praise received is mentally sent backOr taken apartThe observer magazine just about sums him upE.g. self-satisfied, smugI?m living a fakePeople say, you are entitled to and great.But I haven?t wrote for 90 daysI?ll get a good deal and I?ll go awayAway from the empty brains that askHow I wrote elastic manHis last work was space mystery in the daily mail,An article in leather thighsThe only thing real is waking and rubbing your eyesSo I?m resigned to bedI keep bottles and comics stuffed by it?s headFuck it, let the beard growI?m too tired,I?ll do it tomorrowThe fridge is sparseBut in the townThey?ll stop me in the shopsVerily they?ll track me downTouch my shoulder and ignore my dumb missionAnd sick red faced smileAnd they will ask meAnd they will ask meHow I wrote elastic manFalkenbach - How I Wrote Elastic Man - http://ru.motolyrics.com/falkenbach/how-i-wrote-elastic-man-lyrics.html