Lyrics

Mother take the mask off now. The writing's on the wall.
There is no point in hiding any more.
Everyone's got reasons, yours are strewn across the floor.
You're looking like a joke I've heard a million times before.

I know you Mr Mickey Mouse.
Drink your drink and let's go home.

I throw my paper footballs at the dustbin for forever.
If this one goes in then everything will change. Best of three today.
I know sometimes you wish that you were dead. Sometimes I wish that you were dead.
Just think of all that pretty sympathy I'd get.

I know you Mr Mickey Mouse.
You're junk food for the soul.

(where did you think that you would find your God).
Junk food for the soul.
(where did you think that you would find your God).
Junk food for the soul.

Mother, don't you know you were my hero 'till I got to know you.
Now you're just some name I'll drop to get me by.
And I'll bet there's things you wish you'd never said. There's things I wish you'd never said.
Did all the late nights really silence your regrets?

I know you Mr Mickey Mouse.
You're junk food for the soul.

(where did you think that you would find your God).
Junk food for the soul.
(where did you think that you would find your God).
Junk food for the soul.