Faith, youre driving me away
You do it everyday
You dont mean it
But it hurts like hell
My brain says Im receiving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung
Were too young to fall asleep
To cynical to speak
We are losing it
Cant 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
Well 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 youre frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, its OK
And if youre frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, its OK
The headshrinkers, they want everything
My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon
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