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'll get your mucky fingers burned.
You get your [bad word] from the lies you were learned.
And all your plastic believers will leave us
And they won't return.

And when you look in that mirror
And you're 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.
And all your brothers and sisters are gone
And they [bad word] back.

I'm fed up with life in the City,
All the phoneys have blown my mind.
When I'm gone, you look like you'd miss me,
 [bad word] along with me
But don't ask why

'Cause it's all mine
It's all mine
It's all mine
It's all mine