Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday
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
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We'll just hum

This, this is our new song
Just like the last one
A total W.A.S.T.E 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 okay

And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's okay

The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon

The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon

Songwriter(s): Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Edward John O'Brien, Thomas Edward Yorke, Philip James Selway, Colin Charles Greenwood
Copyright: Warner/Chappell Music Ltd
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