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John

Lennon’s

Elbow

Transmits

Text Messages To Ma Brain

 

some people live in their cars

go about with sniper’s eyes

keep their guns in sleeping bags

they’re real regular guys

 

some folk live in the stars

shining bright with delusion

got control of their minds right now

but the only way to go is mad

 

some folk live in shanty towns

electricity’s what they lack

they got no water to cook in

got whips biting into their backs

 

newspapers keep me warm at night

newspapers tell me the truth

 

ah got a bed of roses

ah got a bed of nails

ah got a bed of concrete and bones

got a sailboat with out any sails

 

and some folk

they can build their boats

and some folk

they can cook

others can cure cancer

and some folk

they write books

 

sad bastards   - with Mozart ringtones

sit on trains in trances destroying world peace

 

and

the quiet is far too quiet

and

loud is way too loud

and

young is always much too young

and

old is already dead dead old – pure dead but brilliant old

by the way

and

middle aged is totally fucked

 

and

everybody’s useless

except

mrs greedy and mr lust   - the thrusting entrepreneurs

 

wah wwwaaaaahhhhhhh    (Scream: WWHHAAAAAAAAHHHH)

 

ahm oan msn

ahm oan lycos too

ahm oan cable, terrestrial, satellite and the broo

ahm oan dynamite without the mss

ahm oan ec-sta-cy

ahm oan bullets and Trojan horses

ahm oan LSD and GHB and horse pills that keep yi gouched

ahm oan Moto sponsored movies

ahm oan Rubik’s cube

ahm oan Diners Club and shrapnel

ahm oan change for the bus

 

ahm away to get a real joab noo

tell yi ma heid’s totally fucked

 

coz

 

John

        Lennon’s

                         Elbow

                                       Transmits

                             Text Messages To Ma Brain