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 We are grateful for our iron lung The headshrinkers, they want my everything My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon The headshrinkers, they want my 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 my everything My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon The headshrinkers, they want my 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 my everything My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon The headshrinkers, they want my everything My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon