(C. Kirschner, B. Orton, S. Jung)
Produced by Chops for Magnificent Butcher Productions (S. Jung / BMI) Additional Production by Concetta for Concetta Music (BMI) and Curtis Curtis for The Vertical Corporation (BMI). Bass by Walter Sipser. Beth Orton appears courtesy of Heavenly, EMI Music Publishing.
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 1My heart flies on her wings
Now I'm crying, the moon so red
Tomorrow shall be yet another hell
To the sun, (the) sky's soul is fed
Blows pass me
(I'm) down them I do not feel
Anything except the shadow is real
Why did she do it ? , Why did she die ?
How could she leave without saying goodbye ?
She has proven my life to be just a lie
When sea waves crush they hit me hard
But I do not feel them
And then reality is no more real to me
I ask myself, should I end it now
And rejoin her, at last ?
I miss the cold embrace of lust
There's nothing left, just dust
Nothing is left from my dearest love