I'm bitter, I'm twisted
James Joyce is f**ing my sister
How can I remember 1690?
I was born in 1965
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you
I can see you, I can read 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 read you, I won't be you
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you
James Joyce is f**ing my sister
James Joyce is f**ing my sister
James Joyce is f**ing my sister
James Joyce is f**ing my sister
James Joyce is f**ing my sister
James Joyce is f**ing my sister
James Joyce is f**ing my sister
James Joyce is f**ing my sister
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you
"Don't you ever feel attracted to the girls you photograph?"
"Sexually? It's not part of my job."
"Aren't you s**ually attracted to me?"
"Yes, I am."
"Touch me."
"What?"
"I said touch me, please."