My Iron Lung

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 The scratch Our eternal itch A twentieth century bitch And we are grateful for Our iron lung The head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon The head shrinkers 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 head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon The head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon And if you're frightened You can be frightened You can be, it's okay And if you're frightened You can be frightened You can be, it's okay The head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon The head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon