Healing is difficult Often results in psychosomatic I admit to enjoying drugs They get rid of tension, boredom and static Hate those adverse sideeffects Forcing the people who love me to scatter Excuse me for being such a hypocrit The way I see it really doesn't matter Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity To tell you the truth I can't believe I love you so much So much in fact that I don't know whether to weep or wind my watch I have a sick sense of humour It amazes me how points it scores I'm addicted to vice My best friends are pushers, my boyfriends are whores Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity Simple to see why I breathe No one bothers me completely Simple to see why I breathe No one bothers me completely Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity Waking up next to you Your morningbreath reminds me of Lucy The flies in the frontroom Buzz round my head and try to seduce me If I contract illness The last thing I want is to pass it to others Fucking leaves guilt pangs When I start forgetting the names of my lovers Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me