Songtexte: Therapy?. Pleasure Death. Potato Junkie.

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 read you, I won't be you
I can see you, I can read 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 read you, I won't be you
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you

James Joyce is fucking my sister
James Joyce is fucking my sister
James Joyce is fucking my sister
James Joyce is fucking my sister

James Joyce is fucking my sister
James Joyce is fucking my sister
James Joyce is fucking my sister
James Joyce is fucking my sister

I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you

Don't you ever feel attracted to the girls you photograph?
Sexually? It's not part of my job
Aren't you sexually attracted to me?
Yes, I am
Touch me
What?
I said touch me, please