 (C. Kirschner, B. Orton, S. Jung)
I got King Kong playin Ping-Pong with a big bong in my brainstorm and the pains
warm
Swarm like smog in Hong Kong I know it's wrong but I kill me softly with my own
song
Some magic wand could make it be ok kill the decay like a cake and a lay
But today- it wasn't a good day and you can't touch me I've already faded, I
faded away
Beth Orton: Sometimes I wear nothing on the outside
Because there's too much on the inside
The bouncer wouldn't let me in
He said my emotions were too close to the skin
And at this point a touch would feel like a cut
Turn me off, just turn it off
I'm off base off face when I think I lace I cough mace
I could go on for days but then I always complain
A waste of breath and a name
I aim and I maim and I came here to choose but when I look around me, compare me
and lose
Payin dues feelin blues got no clues and it's all news to you, huh
I keep it so undercover I could be a mattress and it matches the patchy ashes my
brain crashes
This address, I hope I move from it from summit to plummet I covet release and
it's comin
Untouchable it ain't discussible I'm disgustable in a vestibule must a pulled a
musclefull in my head
I bet I get better but better remember I waited forever
Fuck Princess I'm talkin 'bout Concetta you never met her
It kind of appears my ego account's in arrears
Fear, tore up and teared with wet tears I feel weird and I wish it was easy to
ask you to come here
Sometimes I'm happy when I see the sun one day I'll say I've won
And if you think this song is done there's Untouchable Part 1
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