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 losing it, can't you tell?

We scratch our eternal itch
Our twentieth century bitch
We are grateful for our
Iron lung

And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, that's okay
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, that's okay
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be frightened



Credits
Writer(s): Philip James Selway, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Colin Charles Greenwood, Edward John O'brien, Thomas Edward Yorke
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