Mucky Fingers

I know you think you deserve an explanation

of the meanings of life

But what you think that you heard

stepped away out the back of your mind

You get your mucky fingers burned

You get your truth from the lies you were learned

and all you plastic believers still leave us

said they wont return

and when you look in that mirror

and your tying up your buttons and bows

and as you face your disease

you can squeeze into the emperors clothes

You found you got in a paper back

you get your history for the union jack

and all your brothers and sisters are gone

and they won't come back

fed up with life in the city

coz all the fonies are on my mind

when I’m gone yea you look like you'll miss me

so come along with me but don’t ask why

coz it's alright

it's alright

it's alright

it's alright

coz it's alright

it's alright

it's alright

it's alright