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