My Iron Lung
Songwriters: Greenwood, Colin Charles; Greenwood, Jonathan Richa; O'Brien, Edward John; Selway, Philip; Yorke, Thomas
My Uncle Bill
You can be, it's OK
Toilet trained and dumb
My Uncle Bill
A total waste of time
Can't you tell?
My Uncle Bill
Just like the last one
They want everything
A twentieth century bitch
My Uncle Bill
You can be, it's OK
My Belisha beacon
My iron lung
From my life support
And if you're frightened
My iron lung
A lack of oxygen
We scratch our eternal itch
They want everything
You don't mean it
My Belisha beacon
They want everything
The head shrinkers
We'll just hum
Too cynical to speak
We're too young to fall asleep
Our iron lung
The head shrinkers
We are losing it
They want everything
The head shrinkers
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
And we are grateful for
My Belisha beacon
My Uncle Bill
The head shrinkers
This, this is our new song
They want everything
They want everything
But it hurts like hell
My Belisha beacon
And if you're frightened
When the power runs out
My Uncle Bill
My brain says I'm receiving pain
The head shrinkers
You can be frightened
Suck, suck your teenage thumb
You can be frightened