Publisher: WARNER/CHAPPELL MUSIC LTD
They want everything
You can be frightened
When the power runs out
My Belisha beacon
My iron lung
Just like the last one
You can be frightened
They want everything
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
Faith, you're driving me away
And if you're frightened
They want everything
My Belisha beacon
Can't you tell?
A twentieth century bitch
My brain says I'm receiving pain
You do it every day
Songwriters: Colin Charles Greenwood, Jonathan Richa Greenwood, Edward John O'Brien, Philip Selway, Thomas Yorke
We are losing it
My Uncle Bill
We scratch our eternal itch
From my life support
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
The head shrinkers
But it hurts like hell
My iron lung
Suck, suck your teenage thumb
Toilet trained and dumb
And we are grateful for
You can be, it's OK
A total waste of time
The head shrinkers
And if you're frightened
They want everything
My Belisha beacon
My Uncle Bill
They want everything
Our iron lung
This, this is our new song
Too cynical to speak
My Uncle Bill
A lack of oxygen
The head shrinkers
My Belisha beacon
My Uncle Bill
We'll just hum
The head shrinkers
My Uncle Bill
They want everything
We're too young to fall asleep
My Uncle Bill
You don't mean it
You can be, it's OK