Ill

You got sweethearts, you got pressures
 You? ve got starlight, and pretty wishes
 You got sisters who sing on the radio
 And vessels to possess on the radio
 Your sex is a sickness, yeh your sex is a sickness
 And you got time, yeh you got time to lose
 Because you? ll never take enough of those pills
 You know you? re too clever to be mentally ill
 You? ll never fashion your damaged soul
 Because you? re too clever to lose control
 You got doctors and you got stitches
 You got lovers and you? ve got well wishers
 You got vapid love in a couplette
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 Your sickness is your shibboleth, your sex is a sickness
 And you got time, yeh you got time to lose
 Because you? ll never take enough of those pills
 You know you? re too clever to be mentally ill
 You? ll never fashion your damaged soul
 Because you? re too clever to lose control