Originally in D, I play in A, highest note is the 5 (“I’m not sick but I’m *not* well”)
Intro
| A | G | D | A |
| A | Em |
| I had visions, I was in them, I was looking into the | mirror |
| G | A | |
| To see a little bit | clearer, the rottenness and evil in | me |
| A | Em |
| Fingertips have memories, mine can’t forget the curves of your | body |
| G | A | |
| And when I feel a bit | naughty, I run it up the flagpole and | see |
Spoken
Who salutes, but no one ever does
| A | G/B | G | A |
| I’m not sick but I’m not | well, and I’m so | hot, ‘cause I’m in | hell |
| A | Em |
| Been around the world and found that only stupid people are b | reeding |
| G | A | |
| The cretins cloning and f | eeding, and I don’t even own a T | V |
| A | Em |
| Put me in the hospital for nerves and then they had to comm | it me |
| G | |
| You told them all I was c | razy, they cut off my legs now |
| A |
| I’m an amputee, god damn you |
| A | G/B | G | A |
| I’m not sick but I’m not | well, and I’m so | hot, ‘cause I’m in | hell |
| A | G/B | G | A |
| I’m not sick but I’m not | well, and it’s a | sin, to live so | well |
Bridge
| E | D | C |
| I wanna publish ‘ | zines, and rage against | machines |
| A | E | |
| I wanna | pierce my tongue, it doesn’t hurt, it feels | fine |
| D | C | |
| The trivial subl | ime, I’d like to turn off | time |
| A | |
| And kill my | mind |
| A | |
| You killed my m | ind, aaaaaahhhh |
| A | Em |
| Paranoia, paranoia, everybody’s comin’ to g | et me |
| G | A | |
| Just say you never m | et me, I’m running underground with the m | oles (digging holes) |
| A | Em |
| Hear the voices in my head, I swear to god it sounds like they’re sn | oring |
| G | A | |
| But if you’re bored then you’re b | oring, the agony and the ir | ony they’re killing me, whoa |
| A | G/B | G | A |
| I’m not sick but I’m not | well, and I’m so | hot, ‘cause I’m in | hell |
| A | G/B | G | A |
| I’m not sick but I’m not | well, and it’s a | sin, to live so | well |