You Will Never Work In Television Again
Fear not, my love, he's a fat f**king mist
Young bones spat out, girls slitting their wrists
Curtain calling for a 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
Yeah right
He chews 'em up, he spits 'em out
It's whatshisname, the genie man
Mechanical, mechanical
All those beautiful young hopes and dreams
Devoured by those evil eyes and those piggy limbs
You sad f**k, 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
