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... to young to fall asleep To cynical to speak We are loosing it, can't you tell? We scratch... our eternal itch Out twentieth century bitch And we are grateful of 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 At total waste of time. My Iron Lung.
