Elliott Lyrics

Me and Elliott after the parade

The two worst things that god ever made

But I'm still here in depressive phase

There's no money to clean the streets these days

Is it real

How I feel

I must be able to think myself right

Just a little more will and a little more fight

But thoughts have never been my friends

So it's hard to see how they'll serve my ends

This time

I'm fine

Because you've got to be fine

I've fucked my teeth and I've fucked my gut

And those two things are real enough

There is no choice but to keep on keeping on

Even though I'd rather be sleeping

So I'd better keep on with taking the pills

And smoking the weed to manage my ills

When the band's packed up and the singer's gone

It's only you who's keeping the lights on