Faith, you're driving me away
You do it every day
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 losing it
Can't you tell?We scratch our eternal itch
A twentieth century bitch
And we are grateful for
Our iron lungThe head shrinkers
They want everything
My Uncle Bill
My Belisha beaconThe head shrinkers
They want everything
My Uncle Bill
My Belisha beaconSuck, 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 lungThe head shrinkers
They want everything
My Uncle Bill
My Belisha beaconThe head shrinkers
They want everything
My Uncle Bill
My Belisha beaconAnd if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OKAnd if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OKThe head shrinkers
They want everything
My Uncle Bill
My Belisha beaconThe head shrinkers
They want everything
My Uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon