Jay-Jay Johanson Follow

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, goddamn 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
Paranoia paranoia Everybody's coming to get me
Just say you never met me
Im running under ground with the moles (Diggin big 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
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

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)