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Lirieke: Ultraviolet Sound. Sick In The Head.

Last night on my color TV
The man on the screen started talking to me
Are you depressed, can't sleep, have ADD
Can't get it up, out of luck, got anxiety

You can't sell me sanity
'Cuz there's no cure for me

I'm sick in the head
I'm sick in the head
I'm sick in the head

4 A.M. in the middle of my dream
The man from TV started preaching to me
Are you on drugs, having sex, into rock 'n roll
Well for 500 dollars I can save your soul!!!!!!

I do want something to believe
But there's no cure for me

I'm sick in the head
I'm sick in the head
I'm sick in the head

If life is a circle, then call me a square
'Cuz I never fit in anywhere
But I don't really care 'cuz

'Cuz I'm the one that's crazy
But there's no cure for me

I'm sick in the head
I'm sick in the head
I'm sick in the head

I'm sick in the head
I'm sick in the head
I'm sick in the head
Ultraviolet Sound