Thom Yorke Could Be Happy Lyrics

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 losing it can't you tell?
we scratch our eternal itch
A twentieth century b****
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 okay

and if you're frightened
you can be frightened
you can be it's okay

the headshrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my Belisha beacon

the headshrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my Belisha beacon