I had visions, I was in them,
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
The rotteness 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.
Oh, 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...
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,
I like to turn off time,
And kill my mind,
Kill my mind,
Mind.....
Paranoia, paranoia,
Everbody's coming 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...
-- Harvey Danger, Flagpole Sitta
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
The rotteness 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.
Oh, 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...
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,
I like to turn off time,
And kill my mind,
Kill my mind,
Mind.....
Paranoia, paranoia,
Everbody's coming 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...
-- Harvey Danger, Flagpole Sitta
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.