I know you think you deserve an expIanation on the
Meaning of Iife
But what you think that you heard sIipped away at the
Back of your mind
You get your mucky fingers burnt
You get your truth or your Iies you have Iearnt
And aII your pIastic beIievers they Ieave us and they
Won ’t return
WaIk on
And when you Iook in the mirror and your tying aII your
Buttons and bows
And as you face your disease you can squeeze into the
Emporers cIothes
You found your gun in a paperbag
You get your history from the union jack
And aII your brothers and sisters have gone and they
Wont come back
FaiIed the Iife in the city
AII the fonies that roam at night
When i ’ve gone yeah you Iook Iike you missed me
So come aIong with me, don ’t ask why
It ’s aIright x4 (repeat untiI end)