Lyrics Thin Thing - The Smile

Down a rabbit hole
We go
As the flames grow higher
For unbelievers

Making mushrooms out of men
'Til she turns us back again

To a face of solid gold
Solid gold
Sycophantic fawners
In double quick-time

The beginning at the end
'Til she turns us back again

First, she'll pull your fingers off
And then she'll pull your toes
And then she'll steal the photos from your phone
(But you won't notice)

Our echo doesn't hear us
Anymore
Hanging on a cloth edge
By its fingers

Making mushrooms out of men
That's okay, I guess if you like this kinda, kinda thing

This kinda thin, thin, thin, thin thing
These kinda mushrooms
These kinda ripples
These kinda ripples
This kinda thin, thin, thin, thin, thin thing

Like this kinda thing
Like this kinda thin, thin thing
Like this kinda thing

Like this kinda thing
Like this kinda thin thing
Like this kinda thing
Like this kinda