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.
You get your truth from the lies you were learned.
And all your plastic believers will leave us and 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 Emporers 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 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,
Cause its all mine,
Its all mine.
Its all mine.
Its all mine.
Cause its all mine
Its all mine
Its all mine
Its all mine