Spastica Lyrics - Elastica

A morbid fascination with all things in extremes 

A limited sport will leave its spot on me 

Early in the morning, I've given up on sleep 

I'm in the attention, but all I hear is my heart beat 

Your spastic aspirations will make a man of me 

Brought him for his playing, such sensitivity 

Monsters of the present are the monsters of the past 

Took a look in your lyric book, your head's right up my arse 

It's unbelievable 

The way you've got all 

It seems improbable 

The inner city fauna is crying 'round your feet 

I never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet 

In perpetual fear of being swallowed whole 

Beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale