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

To 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 headshrinkers, they want everything

My uncle bill, my belisha beacon

The headshrinkers, 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 headshrinkers, they want everything

My uncle bill, my belisha beacon

The headshrinkers, 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 headshrinkers, they want everything

My uncle bill, my belisha beacon