Atomica

Lyrics

Boom-chaka, la bomba Atomica At the bottom of my soul, maybe that's where the peaches grow Pure control, like I'm ten foot, painted on a wall With one broken headphone I pinch An inch The itch The push We missed And rushed the beginning I wonder what they told ya, told ya Told ya, if you're telling the truth I wonder what they told ya, told ya Told ya, if you're telling the truth Crowd pleaser, long-wear, special pink feathers And a pop of colour The nest is best left neat The last place you'd look keeping the faith I've the right too soon, you feel the pressure The pressure I've the right too soon The pressure, the pressure, the pressure, the pressure, the pressure I wonder what they told ya, told ya Told ya, if you're telling the truth I wonder what they told ya, told ya Told ya, if you're telling the truth I wonder what they told ya, told ya Told ya, if you're telling the truth I wonder what they told ya, told ya Told ya, if you're telling the truth Boom-chaka, la bomba Atomica At the bottom of my soul, maybe that's where the peaches grow Boom-chaka, la bomba Atomica At the bottom of my soul, maybe that's where the peaches grow I've the right too soon, you feel the pressure The pressure I've the right too soon The pressure, the pressure, the pressure, the pressure, the pressure I've the right too soon, you feel the pressure The pressure I've the right too soon The pressure, the pressure, the pressure, the pressure, the pressure