Ill by Indelicates
Ill lyrics
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, yeh your sex 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 sex 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
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