Recoil - Isidore, Steve Kilbey

Something got a hold of me now

Some little elemental eating up my route pal

Something I shouldn’t allow

Getting kinda stronger every passing hour

My globe is starting to spin the wrong way

Morning turns to night without any day

Deep in my bed where I cannot lay

Lost in a prayer I cannot pray

All my visitors say they cannot stay, hey hey hey

Some bastard’s got it in for me

Some nasty little witch is sewing up a stitch

Bad luck is dogging me like a bitch

I can’t scratch this itch

My flesh recoils from the heat and the cold

Believe every lie that I ever told

Everything I touch just turns to mold

Everything I buy is already sold

Losin' my grip, losin' my hold

Oh my heart, oh my soul

Oh my god I’m slipping into this hole

Someone up there try to dislocate me

Someone up there must really fucking hate me

Get me a priest, give me my last rites

I’ll get me a leash, at least give me tonight

Give me a hit, I can’t put up a fight

Aw, give me a shot, I’m so hot, I’m nearly alight