Ill - The Indelicates

You got sweethearts, you got pressures

You’ve got starlight, and pretty wishes

You got sisters who sing on the radio

And vessels to possess on the radio

Your sex is a sickness, yeah your sex is a sickness

And you got time, yeah you got time to lose

Because you’ll never take enough of those pills

You know you’re too clever to be mentally ill

You’ll never fashion your damaged soul

Because you’re too clever to lose control

You got doctors and you got stitches

You got lovers and you’ve got well wishers

You got vapid love in a couplet

2000 words and a side bar

Your sickness is your shibboleth, your sex is your sickness

And you got time, yeah you got time to lose

Because you’ll never take enough of those pills

You know you’re too clever to be mentally ill

You’ll never fashion your damaged soul

Because you’re too clever to lose control

This is such a tiny world