Therapy - 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 reach you I won't be you 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 I can see you, I can reach 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 reach you I won't be you I can see you, I can reach you I won't be you I can see you, I can reach you I won't be you I can see you, I can reach you I won't be you Don't you ever feel attracted to the girls you photograph? [...], 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