Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday
You don't mean it but it hurts like hellMy brain says I'm receiving pain
A lack of oxygen from my life support
My iron lungWe're too young to fall asleep
Too cynical to speak
We are loosing it, can't you tell?We scratch our eternal itch
Our twentieth century bitch and we are grateful for our
Iron lungSuck, suck your teenage thumb
Toilet trained and dumb
When the power runs out we'll just humThis this is our new song
Just like the last one
A total waste of time
My iron lungIf you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's okayIf you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's okay
Songwriters
COLIN CHARLES GREENWOOD, EDWARD JOHN O'BRIEN, JONATHAN RICHARD GUY GREENWOOD, PHILIP JAMES SELWAY, THOMAS EDWARD YORKEPublished by
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