elliot Lyrics

Give it up for elliot

Our own resident punching bag

He fits in a sack (Yeah)

He doesn't fight back (Yeah)

I like when he screams (Yeah)

When he says we're mean (Yeah)

A boxing machine

We hit him where no one can see

They say the kids these days

Can't even tell the difference between right or wrong

But when i see him all crumpled and bloody,

Yeah i think it's perfectly clear which side i'm on

Give it up for elliot

Our own resident punching bag

Give it up for elliot

He's the boy who wont have fun

Does nothing much more than sprint and run

But fate should lose to the boy who cries onto the sole of the other's shoe

It's not obvious

If you don't talk to us

Elliot

Elliot

Elliot

Elliot