Atomica

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