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
When all your brothers and sisters
Have gone and they wont come back
Fed up with life in the city
'Cause 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
