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 salute but no one ever does
 But, 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
 God, damn you
 But, I'm not sick
 But I'm not well
 And I'm so hot
 'Cause I'm in hell
 But, 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
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 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, they're killing me (uh-ooh)
 But, I'm not sick
 But I'm not well
 And I'm so hot
 'Cause I'm in hell
 But, I'm not sick
 But, I'm not well
 And it's a sin
 To live this well
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