Untouchable

If you were an angel, I would cut off your wings.
To keep you with me, I would do anything.
Like broken bottles, that slip from drunken hands,
I've watched my star falling, and shatter on the ground.
First you wash your hair, then you wash your hands.
Oh yeah, I think I understand.

Untouchable, if I'm not fit,
To even crawl, if I'm too sick,
I'll soak my skin in alcohol, until I feel untouchable.

Untouchable, if I'm not fit,
To even crawl, if I'm too sick,
I'll soak my skin in alcohol, until I feel untouchable.

I blew my chances, as you blowdried your hair.
I thought of my answers, as you walked down the stairs.
D'you think I'd defile you, if you were to close?
D'you think I'd infect you?
D'you think I'd give you a dose?
First you wash your hair, then you wash your hands.
Oh yeah, I think I understand.

Untouchable, if I'm not fit,
To even crawl, if I'm too sick,
I'll soak my skin in alcohol, until I feel untouchable.

I'll drink until My skin is full
And I will feel untouchable

Untouchable, if I'm not fit,
To even crawl, if I'm too sick,
I'll soak my skin in alcohol, until I feel untouchable

Untouchable, if I'm not fit,
To even crawl, if I'm too sick,
I'll soak my skin in alcohol, and I will feel untouchable

Untouchable
Untouchable
Untouchable
Untouchable