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
James Joyce is fucking my sister