Elaine On The Brain

Elaine On The Brain - Squirtgun

I've got Elaine on the brain

Shooting through my weather vain

But I can't reach her

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

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

Wrenches

Woah yeah

She's all gold

And the ocean breaks cold

And I'm a wreck

You keep throwing down your wrenches

Wrenches

Woah yeah