Sick Boy — G.B.H.

I'm strapped into my bed, I've got electrodes in my head. My nerves are really bad, it's the best time I've ever had.

I'm a sick boy and there's no cure. I'm a sick boy there should be more.

But I'm happy the way I am, like a sardine in can. People taking notes, people in white coats.

I see school girls everywhere, short skirts and pig-tailed hair. But why must I suffer .. for being a gym slip lover ?