Zen Baseballbat - Elsa Dorfman Lyrics

Take me away
Away from industry
Away from paint
Take me away
I've sucked up to sinners
Been pardoned by saints
Place me in front of the open lens
Of Elsa Dorfman
Light up my slapstick display
Let's not focus on the bad today
Cheer up my birthday blues
On a seafront of bedrooms
And black balloons
Place me in front of the open lens
Of Elsa Dorfman
I've pulled memories
From basements and bins
Force-fed friends with tins
Craving laziness at a false address
Special offers for those earning less
Place me in front of the open lens
Of Elsa Dorfman
Factory lights make constellations
Lost dreams found in urban planetariums
Tomorrow I'll stick the job up its arse
A working-class kid will fly to Mars
Place me in front of the open lens
Of Elsa Dorfman

Take me away
Away from industry
Away from paint
Take me away
I've sucked up to sinners
Been pardoned by saints
Place me in front of the open lens
Of Elsa Dorfman
Light up my slapstick display
Let's not focus on the bad today
Cheer up my birthday blues
On a seafront of bedrooms
And black balloons
Place me in front of the open lens
Of Elsa Dorfman
I've pulled memories
From basements and bins
Force-fed friends with tins
Craving laziness at a false address
Special offers for those earning less
Place me in front of the open lens
Of Elsa Dorfman
Factory lights make constellations
Lost dreams found in urban planetariums
Tomorrow I'll stick the job up its arse
A working-class kid will fly to Mars
Place me in front of the open lens
Of Elsa Dorfman