I know you think you deserve   An explanation on the meanings of life   But what you think that you heard   Slipped away out the back of your mind      You'll get your mucky fingers burned   You'll get your truth from the lies you were learned   When all your plastic believers will leave us   They won't return      And when you look in that mirror   And you're tying up your buttons and bows   And as you face your disease   You can squeeze into the emperor's clothes      You found your God in a paperback   You get your history from the Union Jack   And all your brothers and sisters have gone   And they won't come back      I'm fed up with life in the city   All the phonies have blown my mind   When I'm gone, you look like you'd miss me   So, come along with me, but don't ask why      'Cause it's all mine   It's all mine   It's all mine   It's all mine      It's all mine   It's all mine   It's all mine   It's all mine