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 Nothing seems to fit where's its 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