The DC3 I'm [sic] lyrics

I'm sick, S,I,C, I'm sick, I'm an anomaly
I'm sick without the k it means I'm not OK
But I was made that way

What am I doing on this stage
I should be in my armchair acting my age
Pat me on the head and lock my cage

I should be ashamed, To claim I know more about pain
than a bum-fluff star on the gravy train
with a folk guitar and ideal brain.

Cos you can only be angry if you're pretty,
You can only be deep if you're young
Anything else is sort of easy
Look at me, example one

I'm sick, S,I,C, management takes no, responsibility
I'm wrong, I'm something you missed
I don't belong, and yet I exist

I'm sick, S,I,C, I'm sick, Indubitably

I'm sick, S,I,C, I'm sick, I'm in parenthesis
I'm sick, That's right, My existence is an oversight
I'm sick, And you'll discover, It's just like on Sesame Street
One of these things is not like the others

Be careful what you wish for who said that
Obviously a self satisfied twat
Who never heard the reaper at their back

I tell you what I wish
I wish I was smarter, I wish I was thin
I wish I could live in a younger man's skin
Honoré de Balzac said envy is the most stupid of vices, Geez I wish I was him

I'm not your standard deviation
I'm like the uncle at Christmas who stays too long
I'm like the kid who won't get off the trampoline
You get what I mean