My Iron Lung
Faith,you're driving me awayYou do it everydayYou don't mean it butit hurts like hell
My brainsays I'm receiving painA lack of oxygenFrom my life supportMy iron lung
We're too young to fall asleepToo cynical to speakWe are losing itCan't you tell?
We scratchour eternal itchA twentieth century bitchAnd we are grateful forOur iron lung
The headshrinkers, they want everythingMy uncle Bill, my Belisha beaconThe headshrinkers, they want everythingMy uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon
Suck,suck your teenage thumbToilet trained and dumbWhen the power runs outWe'll just hum
This,this is our new songJust like the last oneA total waste of timeMy iron lung
The headshrinkers, they want everythingMy uncle Bill, my Belisha beaconThe headshrinkers, they want everythingMy uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon
And if you're frightenedYou can be frightenedYou can be, it's OKAnd if you're frightenedYou can be frightenedYou can be, it's OK
The headshrinkers, they want everythingMy uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon