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   A twentieth century bitch   And we are grateful for   Our iron lung      The head shrinkers   They want everything   My Uncle Bill   My Belisha beacon      The head shrinkers   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 head shrinkers   They want everything   My Uncle Bill   My Belisha beacon      The head shrinkers   They want everything   My Uncle Bill   My Belisha beacon      And if you're frightened   You can be frightened   You can be, it's OK      And if you're frightened   You can be frightened   You can be, it's OK      The head shrinkers   They want everything   My Uncle Bill   My Belisha beacon      The head shrinkers   They want everything   My Uncle Bill   My Belisha beacon