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 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 W.A.S.T.E 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

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