I had visions I was in them
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
What was looking evil in me

Fingertips had 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 still looks
But no one ever does...

*Baah*
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot coz I'm in hell

Been around the world and found that only stupid people are breading
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don't even own a TV

Put me 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
Damm you

*Baah*
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot coz I'm in hell
*Baah*
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live so well...

I want to publish zines
And rage against machines
I want to pierce my tongue it doesn't hurt
It feels fine
The curtain looks sublime
I like to turn off time
To kill my mind
To kill my m-i-i-n-d
Mind...

Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody's coming to get me
To say you never met me
I'm running underground with the moles
Digging big holes
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to God
It sounds like they're snoring
But if you're poring and boring
The agony in the irony
That's killing me
Well...

*Baah*
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot coz I'm in hell
*Baah*
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live this well...
(one, two, three...)