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
And all your plastic believers will leave us and they won't return
Oh God

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 Emporer's 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 won't come back

I'm fed up with life in the City
'Cause all the phoneys 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