Lyrics Elaine On The Brain - Squirtgun

Elaine On The Brain

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 scrapyards (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