Mucky Fingers

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 buttons 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 It's alright It's alright It's alright It's alright