Give it up for Elliot
Our own resident punching bag
He fits in a sack, yeah
He doesn't fight back, yeah
I like when he screams (Yeah)
When he says we're mean (Yeah)
A boxing machine
We hit him where no one can see
They say the kids these days
Cant even tell the difference between right or wrong
But when i see him all crumpled and bloody, yeah
I think it's perfectly clear which side i'm on
Give it up for elliot
Our own resident punching bag
Give it up for elliot
He's the boy who won't have fun
Does nothing much more than sprint and run
But fate should lose to the boy who cries onto the sole of the other's shoe
It's not obvious
If you don't talk to us
Elliot