Elbow Blues - The 88

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

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

Elbow Blues