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