Flagpole Sitta

I had visions, I was in them I was looking into the mirror To see a little bit clearer The rottenness and evil in me Fingertips have memories, mine can't forget the curves of your body And when I feel a bit naughty I run it up the flagpole and see Who salute but no one ever does But, I'm not sick But I'm not well And I'm so hot 'Cause I'm in hell Been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding The cretins cloning and feeding And I don't even own a TV Put me in the hospital for nerves and then they had to commit me You told them all I was crazy They cut off my legs now I'm an amputee God, damn you But, I'm not sick But I'm not well And I'm so hot 'Cause I'm in hell But, I'm not sick But, I'm not well And it's a sin To live so well I wanna publish zines And rage against machines I wanna pierce my tongue It doesn't hurt, it feels fine The trivial sublime I'd like to turn off time And kill my mind You kill my mind, mind Paranoia, paranoia Everybody's coming to get me Just say you never met me I'm running underground with the moles, (digging holes) Hear the voices in my head I swear to god it sounds like they're snoring But if you're bored then you're boring The agony and the irony, they're killing me (uh-ooh) But, I'm not sick But I'm not well And I'm so hot 'Cause I'm in hell But, I'm not sick But, I'm not well And it's a sin To live this well One, two, three, four