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 recieving pain
A lack of oxygen 
From my life support 
My iron lung 

We`re too young to fall asleep 
To 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