​'Cause there's a pain in the back of my chest
Superglued shut can't tear it out in a day
Feelin like Atlas nearly all of the time
Nothin' seems to fit where's it's supposed to or rhyme

What did you say to the vicar that made him smile?
What made him choke, splutter and revile?
Think about those jokes that you told many months ago
So run away, faster than you can go

Make up your mind, make it quick
Stall in a sentence choke up on your words
The world is mine and it is shit
Simultaneously indestructible and unobtainable

It's like a pressure in the skin in the back of my throat
It's like a soldering iron on the spots on my skin
It's like an itch that you cannot itch
It's like a passion that will never be satisfied

What did you say to the vicar that made him smile?
What made him choke, splutter and revile?
Think about those jokes that you told many months ago
So run away, faster than you can go

It's like a pressure in the skin in the back of my throat
It's like a soldering iron on the spots on my skin
It's like an itch that you cannot itch
It's like a passion that will never be satisfied