Faith, you're driving me away You do it everyday You don't mean it But it hurts like hell
My brain says I'm receiving pain A lack of oxygen From my life support My iron lung
We're too young to fall asleep Too cynical to speak We are losing it Can't you tell?
We scratch our eternal itch A twentieth century bitch And we are grateful for Our iron lung
The headshrinkers, they want everything My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon The headshrinkers, they want everything My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon
Suck, suck your teenage thumb Toilet trained and dumb When the power runs out We'll just hum
This, this is our new song Just like the last one A total waste of time My iron lung The headshrinkers, they want everything My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon The headshrinkers, they want everything My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon
And if you're frightened You can be frightened You can be, it's OK And if you're frightened You can be frightened You can be, it's OK
The headshrinkers, they want everything My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon