The Smile - You Will Never Work In Television Again lyrics

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