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