Karaoké 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

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 salutes

But no one ever does

I'm not sick but I'm not well

And I'm so hot 'cos 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

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Put me in the hospital for nerves and then they had to come get me

You told them all I was crazy

They cut off my legs

Now I'm an amputee

Goddamn you

I am not sick but I'm not well

And I'm so hot 'cos I'm in hell

I am not sick but I'm not well

And it's a sin to live so well

Hmm, 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, yeah

I am not sick but I'm not well

And I'm so hot 'cos I'm in hell

I am not sick but I'm not well

And it's a sin to live so well

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Seh

Fuh

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