I know you think you deserve an explanation on the meanings of life but what you think that you heard slipped away out the back of your mind
You get your mucky fingers burned you get your truth from the lies you were learned and all your plastic believers still leave us and they won't return
(Walk on)
And when you look in the mirror and your tying up your buttons and bows and as you face your disease you can squeeze into the emperor's clothes
You found your GOD in a paper bag you get your history from the union jack and all your brothers and sisters have gone and they wont come back
Fed up with life in the city cos all the phonies are on my mind when i'm gone, yeah, you look like you miss me so come along with me, don't ask why
Cos it's all mine!! Cos it's all mine!! Cos it's all mine!! Cos it's all mine!!
