Turning through these pages about lovers consummating
Well, it feels completely inappropriate here
As our bodies intermingle unwillingly
And I feel ten morning breaths against my skin
And we were squashed
We were squashed
We were squashed
[Pre-Chorus 1]
We find ourselves (We find ourselves)
Just where we expected
We find ourselves under each others arms
[Chorus]
We don't want to be touched
We don't want to be touched
We don't want to be touched
We just want to get off
Not like they're getting off
We just want to get off
A mono tonal voice tells of someone under a train, well
What an interruption to our days
As we all come through the veins of the city
And our fictional lovers keep screwing on
And we were squashed
We were squashed
We were squashed
[Pre-Chorus 2]
We find ourselves (they find themselves)
Just where the author wanted
Intermingled in each others arms
[Chorus]
We don't want to be touched
We don't want to be touched
We don't want to be touched
We just want to get off
Not like they're getting off
But it's so damn hot
[Instrumental Bridge]
And we were squashed
We were squashed
We were squashed
We were squashed
We were squashed
We were squashed
[Outro]
We find ourselves (We find ourselves) (We were squashed)
Just where we expected (We were squashed)
We find ourselves under each others arms (We were squashed)
We find ourselves (We find ourselves) (We were squashed)
Just where we expected (We were squashed)
We find ourselves under each others arms (We were squashed)