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!!

Youll get your mucky fingers burned
Youll get your [bad word] from the lies you were learned
When all your plastic believers will leave us they wont return

And when you look in that mirror
and youre tying up your buttons and bows
and as you face your disease
you can squeeze into the emperors clothes

You found your God in a paperback
You get your history from the Union Jack
When all your brothers and sisters have gone
And they [bad word] back

Im fed up with life in the city
All the phoneys have blown my mind
When Im gone, you look like youd miss me [bad word] along with me
But dont ask why

Cos its all mine!!
Its all mine!!
Its all mine!!
Its all mine!!