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

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

I'm not sick, but I'm not well
I'm so hot, 'cause I'm in hell
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
To kill my mind

Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody's comin' to get me
Just say you never met me
I'm going underground with the moles
Diggin' 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

I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot, 'cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live so well