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 recieving pain
A lack of oxygen from my life support
My iron lung.
We're.. to young to fall asleep
To cynical to speak
We are loosing it, can't you tell?
We scratch.. our eternal itch
Out 20th century bitch
And we are grateful of our
Iron lung.
Suck.. suck your teenage thumb
Toilet trained and dumb
When the power runs out, we'll just hum.
This.. is our new song
Just like the last one
At total waste of time.
My iron lung
(the headshrinkers they want everything)
(my uncle bill, my belisha beacon)
And if you're frightened, you can be frightened
You can be x ok!!
Anf if you're frightened, you can be frightened
You can be x-ok!!
(the headshrinkers they want everything)
(my uncle bill, my belisha beacon)
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