4

MY IRON LUNG

faith your driving me away
you do it everyday
you don't mean it but it hurts like hell
my brain says im receiving pain
a lack of oxygen from my life support
my iron lung.

were too young to fall asleep
too cynical to speak
we are losing it can't you tell?
we scratch our eternal itch
A twentieth century bitch
and we are grateful for our iron lung.

the headshrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my belisha beacon

the headshrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my belisha beacon

suck, suck your teenage thumb
toilet trained and dumb
when the power runs out we'll just hum
this this is our new song
just like the last one
a total waste of time.
my iron lung.

the headshrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my belisha beacon

the headshrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my belisha beacon

and if your frightened
you can be frightened
you can be it's okay

and if your frightened
you can be frightened
you can be it's okay

the headshrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my belisha beacon

the headshrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my belisha beacon

5

JUST

Can't get the stink off
He's been hanging round for days
Comes like a comet
Suckered you but not your friends
One day he'll get to you
And teach you how to be a holy cow

You do it to yourself, you do
and that's what really hurts
You do it to yourself, just you
you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

Don't get my sympathy
Hanging out the 15th floor
changed the locks three times
He still comes reeling through the door
one day i'll get to you
And teach you how to get to purest hell

You do it to yourself, you do
and that's what really hurts
You do it to yourself, just you
you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

You do it to yourself, you do
and that's what really hurts is
You do it to yourself, just you
you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself, yourself, yourself.

6

FAKE PLASTIC TREES

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth.
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself.
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out.

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins.
And it wears him out, it wears him out.
It wears him out, it wears . . .

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out, it wears me out.
It wears me out, it wears me out.

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time.
Oh, oh.

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COLMENA 2009

ok, ok, ok...
Ya lo platicamos con chelas en el Indie-0 Fest y en el desayuno con pan frances...
luego le seguimos...