squirtgun - elaine on the brain lyrics
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i’ve got elaine on the brain
shooting through my weather vain,
but i can’t reach her.
i’m so sick over elaine
cold and flu drops down the drain,
and graying scr-pyards (like metal)
driving by the wheat silos and red barns
i can’t yell enough, it’s raking.
downtown in a blue phone booth
elaine is running out tonight
and shaking (i’m quaking)
she’s all gold
and the ocean breaks cold
and i’m a wreck
you keep throwing down your wrenches.
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