flagpole sitta

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  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
  (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, 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
  the trivial sublime
  i'd like to turn off time
  and kill my mind
  you 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: 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
  (one, two, three, four)