Itch Songtext
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Itch Songtext
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
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
Writer(s): Ewan William Mackinnon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

