I know you think you deserve an explanation
of 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'll 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 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 for the Union Jack
When all your brothers and sisters have gone
And they won't come back

I'm fed up with 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
'Cause it's all mine
It's all mine!!
It's all mine!!
It's all mine!!


(corvo)