Lyrics

Notes

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 too young to fall asleep   To cynical to speak   We are losing it Can't you tell?    We scratch our eternal itch   A twentieth century bitch   And we are grateful for   Our iron lung    The head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill   My Belisha beacon   The head shrinkers   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 head shrinkers   They want everything My uncle Bill   My Belisha beacon   The head shrinkers   They want everything   My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon    And if you're frightened   You can be frightened   You can be, it's OK And if you're frightened   You can be frightened   You can be, it's OK   The head shrinkers   They want everything My uncle Bill   My Belisha beacon

Written the day Radiohead was forced to pull out of the Reading Festival in 1993 due to problems Thom was having with his vocal chords, this song comes off very bitter. But as it progresses, "My Iron Lung" seems to drive out Thom's angers about how the band's music was largely ignored - aside from "Creep." Thom has admitted in interviews that he is very proud of this song's lyrics; he felt he had perfectly captured the essence of what he was writing about. [taken from greenplastic.com]