Letras:G.B.H. Leather, Bristles, No Survivors & Sick Boys. Sick Boy.

I'm strapped into my bed, electrodes in my head.
My nerves are really bad, it's the best time I 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 a can.
People taking notes, people in white coats.

I see school girls everywhere, short skirts and pigtailed hair.
But why must I suffer, for being a gymslip lover ?