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 s*x is a sickness Yeh your s*x is a sickness And you got time Yeh 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 couplette 2000 words and a side bar Your sickness is your shibboleth Your s*x is a sickness And you got time Yeh 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