Clean your life away under
the God
Mama the gun papa the gun
And those sea racing sidewalk genes splicing in the midday sun
Chasing the one
Tell your friends today
Show em your mop
Everything’s good, everything’s good
And those mad raving deportees rotting in the midday sun
Chasing the one
Elbow blues take your pill
Today under the sun and tell it to stop, tell it to stop
And those sound slaving amputees
Crawling in the midday sun
Chasing the one
Elbow blues
Each time we go
It’s like we know
It’s not the end
Mama the gun papa the gun
And those sea racing sidewalk genes splicing in the midday sun
Chasing the one
Tell your friends today
Show em your mop
Everything’s good, everything’s good
And those mad raving deportees rotting in the midday sun
Chasing the one
Elbow blues take your pill
Today under the sun and tell it to stop, tell it to stop
And those sound slaving amputees
Crawling in the midday sun
Chasing the one
Elbow blues
Each time we go
It’s like we know
It’s not the end
Writer(s): Keith Slettedahl
album: "Kind Of
Light" (2003)
All The Same
Afterlife
Elbow Blues
How Good It Can
Be
Kind Of Light
No Use Left For
Me
God Is Coming
Hate Me
I'm A Man
Melting In The
Sun
Sunday Afternoon
Something Had
Me Good
Hard To Be You
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