My Iron Lung

faith, you're driving me away

you do it every day

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

too cynical to speak

we are losing 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

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 okay

and if you're frightened, you can be frightened

you can be, it's okay

the headshrinkers, they want everything

my uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon

the headshrinkers, they want everything

my uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon