flagpole sitta

The All-american Rejects

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, 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
Mind

Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody s comin 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

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