I know you think you deserve an explanation on the meaning of life
But what you think that you heard slipped away at the back of your mind
You get your mucky fingers burnt
You get your truth or your lies you have learnt
And all your plastic believers they leave us and they won't return
Walk on
And when you look in the mirror and your tying all your bu*tons and bows
And as you face your disease you can squeeze into the emperor's clothes
You found your gun in a paperbag
You get your history from the union jack
And all your brothers and sisters have gone and they wont come back
Failed the life in the city
All the fonies that roam at night
When I've gone yeah you look like you missed me
So come along with me, don't ask why
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright