The 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 s** is a sickness, yeah your s** is a sickness And you got time, yeah 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 couplet 2000 words and a side bar Your sickness is your shibboleth, your s** is your sickness And you got time, yeah 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 This is such a tiny world