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