Sick Boy - G.B.H.

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?