My Iron Lung

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 loosing it, can't you tell? We scratch our eternal itch Our twentieth century bitch and we are grateful for our Iron lung 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 If you're frightened You can be frightened You can be, it's okay If you're frightened You can be frightened You can be, it's okay