How I Wrote "Elastic Man"

I'm eternally grateful
 To my past influences
 But they will not free me
 I am not diseased
 All the people ask me
 How I wrote "Elastic Man"
 Life should be full of strangeness
 Like a rich painting
 But it gets worse day by day
 I'm a potential DJ
 A creeping wreck
 A mental wretch
 Everybody asks me
 How I wrote "Elastic Man"
 His soul hurts though it's well filled up
 The praise received is mentally sent back
 Or taken apart
 The Observer magazine just about sums him up
 E.g. self-satisfied, smug
 I'm living a fake
 People say, "You are entitled to and great."
 But I haven't wrote for 90 days
 I'll get a good deal and I'll go away
 Away from the empty brains that ask
 How I wrote "Elastic Man"
 His last work was "Space Mystery" in the Daily Mail,
 An article in Leather Thighs
 The only thing real is waking and rubbing your eyes
 So I'm resigned to bed
 I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its head
 Fuck it, let the beard grow
 I'm too tired,
 I'll do it tomorrow
 The fridge is sparse
 But in the town
 They'll stop me in the shops
 Verily they'll track me down
 Touch my shoulder and ignore my dumb mission
 And sick red faced smile
 And they will ask me
 And they will ask me
 How I wrote "Elastic Man"