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
When I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see
Who salutes, but no one ever does, oh
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
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
Told them all I was crazy
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
It's a sin to live this 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
Kill my mind
Kill my mind
Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody's comin' to get me
Just say you never met me
Runnin' underground with the moles, diggin' holes
Hear the voices in my head, I swear to God
It sounds like they're snoring
If you're bored, then you're boring
Agony and the irony, they're killing me, oh
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
It's a sin to live this well
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
When I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see
Who salutes, but no one ever does, oh
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
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
Told them all I was crazy
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
It's a sin to live this 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
Kill my mind
Kill my mind
Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody's comin' to get me
Just say you never met me
Runnin' underground with the moles, diggin' holes
Hear the voices in my head, I swear to God
It sounds like they're snoring
If you're bored, then you're boring
Agony and the irony, they're killing me, oh
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
It's a sin to live this well
Credits
Writer(s): Harvey Danger
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