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