Lyrics You Will Never Work In Television Again - The Smile

Fear not my love
He's a fat fucking mist
Young bones spat out
Girls slitting their wrists
Curtain calling for the kiss
From a nursery rhyme

Behind some rocks
Underneath some bridge
Some gangster troll
Promising the moon

Yeah, right
Sleep tight
All night

Some kid in golden chains
Two slippery ropes
A lonely stitch
Left to be unpicked
Including my left foot
Let the lights down low
Bunga-bunga, or you'll
Never work in television again

He chews 'em up
He spits 'em out
It's what's his name
The genie man
Mechanical, mechanical

All those beautiful
Young hopes and dreams
Devoured by those evil eyes
And those piggy limbs
You sad fuck
You throw small change
Take your dirty hands off my love

Heaven knows where else you've been
Heaven knows where else you've been
Heaven knows where else you've been
Heaven knows where else you've been
Heaven knows where else you've been