Sick Boy

                                  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 ?