Atop a cross bar I saw the golden age arise I made it this far And nothing's justified the hype It's a myth the good will out A mith that's talked about By men who seldom take a bow It's a myth that light prevales A myth that never fails to raise a laugh I'm sick and i wanna get well again I'm a bug I'm a bird i'm an aeroplane I'm adrift I'm my own worst enemy I'm sick and I wanna get well I'm sick and I wanna get well again I'm adrift yes I'm going straight to hell [Trumpet Solo] And I queue in A&E I Spew In casualty And I'm tryign to remember where you are And unless I'm very much mistaken This is where the trouble starts I'm sick and I wanna get well again I'm a bug I'm a bird i'm an aeroplane I'm adrift I'm my own worst enemy I'm sick and I wanna get well I'm sick and I wanna get well again I'm adrift yes I'm going straight to hell