(C. Kirschner, B. Orton, S. Jung)I got King Kong playin Ping-Pong with a big bong in my brainstorm and the pains warmSwarm like smog in Hong Kong I know it's wrong but I kill me softly with my own songSome magic wand could make it be ok kill the decay like a cake and a layBut today- it wasn't a good day and you can't touch me I've already faded, I faded awayBeth Orton: Sometimes I wear nothing on the outsideBecause there's too much on the insideThe bouncer wouldn't let me inHe said my emotions were too close to the skinAnd at this point a touch would feel like a cutTurn me off, just turn it offI'm off base off face when I think I lace I cough maceI could go on for days but then I always complainA waste of breath and a nameI aim and I maim and I came here to choose but when I look around me, compare me and losePayin dues feelin blues got no clues and it's all news to you, huhI keep it so undercover I could be a mattress and it matches the patchy ashes my brain crashesThis address, I hope I move from it from summit to plummet I covet release and it's cominUntouchable it ain't discussible I'm disgustable in a vestibule must a pulled a musclefull in my headI bet I get better but better remember I waited foreverFuck Princess I'm talkin 'bout Concetta you never met herIt kind of appears my ego account's in arrearsFear, tore up and teared with wet tears I feel weird and I wish it was easy to ask you to come hereSometimes I'm happy when I see the sun one day I'll say I've wonAnd if you think this song is done there's Untouchable Part 1