text: Faith, youre driving me away
  You do it every day
  You dont mean it, but it hurts like hell
  My brain says Im receiving pain
  A lack of oxygen
  From my life support, my iron lung
  Were too young to fall asleep
  Too cynical to speak
  We are losing it, cant 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, well 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 youre frightened
  You can be frightened
  You can be, its okay
  And if youre frightened
  You can be frightened
  You can be, its 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