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
