I had visions I was in them I was looking into the mirror To see a little bit clearer What was looking evil in me
Fingertips had memories I can't forget the curves of your body And when I feel a bit naughty I run it up the flagpole and see Who still looks But no one ever does...
*Baah* I'm not sick but I'm not well And I'm so hot coz I'm in hell
Been around the world and found that only stupid people are breading The cretins cloning and feeding And I don't even own a TV
Put me 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 Damm you
*Baah* I'm not sick but I'm not well And I'm so hot coz I'm in hell *Baah* I'm not sick but I'm not well And it's a sin to live so well...
I want to publish zines And rage against machines I want to pierce my tongue it doesn't hurt It feels fine The curtain looks sublime I like to turn off time To kill my mind To kill my m-i-i-n-d Mind...
Paranoia, paranoia Everybody's coming to get me To say you never met me I'm running underground with the moles Digging big holes Hear the voices in my head I swear to God It sounds like they're snoring But if you're poring and boring The agony in the irony That's killing me Well...
*Baah* I'm not sick but I'm not well And I'm so hot coz I'm in hell *Baah* I'm not sick but I'm not well And it's a sin to live this well... (one, two, three...)