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 ?
