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
