Mucky Fingers

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 truth from the lies you were learned

When all your plastic believers will leave us

And they won't return

Walk on

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 paperback

You get your history from the Union Jack

And all your brothers and sisters have gone

And they won't come back

I'm fed up with life in the city

'Cause all the phonies have blown my mind

When I'm gone, yeah, you look like you'd miss me

So come 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

'Cause it's all mine

It's all mine

It's all mine

It's all mine