The 88 - Elbow Blues lyrics

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