Mucky Fingers

I know you think you deserve an explanation on the

meaning of life

But what you think that you heard slipped away out the

back of your mind

You'll get your mucky fingers burnt

You get your truth from the lies you were learned

When all your plastic believers will leave us

they won't return



And when you look in that mirror and you're tying all your

buttons and bows

And as you face your disease you can squeeze into the

emperors clothes

You found your god in a paperbag

You get your history from the union jack

And all your brothers and sisters have gone and they

wont come back

I'm fed up with the life in the city

All the phoneys have blown my mind

When i'm gone you look like you'd miss me

So come along with me, but don't ask why

It's alright x4 (repeat until end)