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

Goddamn 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

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