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 who salutes

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 you kill my mind mind. paranoia

paranoia everybody's comin' to get me

just say you never met me

i'm runnin' 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

they're killing me

whoa!

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 this well