faith your driving me away
you do it everyday
you don’t mean it but it hurts like hell my brain says im 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 loosing it can’t you tell?
we scratch our eternal itch
our twentieth century bitch and we are grateful for our
my iron lung.
suck suck your teenage thumb
toilet trained anddumb
(whe n the powrr runs out we’ll just humm)
this this is our new song
just like the last one
a total w.a.s.t.e. of time.
my iron lung.