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 cuz 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 cuz I''m in hell
I''m not sick but I''m not well
And it''s a sin to live this well

I wanna publish ''zines
And rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue
It doesn''t hurt it feels fine
The trivia sublime
I''d like to turn off time
And kill my mind
And kill my mind

Paranoia paranoia
Everybody''s coming to get me
Just say you never met me
I''m running 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

I''m not sick but I''m not well
And I''m so hot cuz 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)