Mucky Fingers

Youll get your mucky fingers burned
Youll get your truth 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 wont come 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
So come along with me
But dont ask why