Flagpole Sitta

I had visions, I was in them I was looking in the mirror To see a little bit clearer The rottenness and evil in me Fingertips have 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 salutes, but no one ever does 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 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 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 And 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 are killing me 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 (One, two, three, four)