faith you're driving me away you doing 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 too young to fall asleep too cynical too 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 lung
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 humm this this is our new song just like the last one a total w.a.s.t.e of time my iron lung
if you're frightened, you could be frightened you can be, it's ok
