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