I’m bitter
I’m twisted
James Joyce is fucking my sister
How can I remember 1690
I was born in 1965
I can see you
I can reach you
I won’t be you
This business
Is pointless
To think that green’s
The only colour on the atlas
I’m trying hard
Just to survive
To keep myself alive
I can see you
I can reach you
I won’t be you
James Joyce is fucking my sister
Repeat chorus twice