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 
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 headshrinkers, they want everything 
My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon 
The headshrinkers, 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 headshrinkers, they want everything 
My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon 
The headshrinkers, 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 headshrinkers, they want everything 
My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon