I'm strapped into my bed, i've got electrodes in my head.
my nerves are really bad, it's the best time i've ever had.
I'm a sick boy and there's no cure.
i'm a sick boy there should be more.
But i'm happy the way i am, like a sardine in can.
people taking notes, people in white coats.
I see school girls everywhere, short skirts and pig-tailed hair.
but why must i suffer .. for being a gym slip lover ?