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 recieving 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 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 OK

And if you're frightened . . You can be frightened . . You can be - it's OK

The head shrinkers . . they want everything . . My uncle Bill . . My Belisha beacon

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