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 his fingers Making mushrooms out of men That's okay I guess if you like this kind of, kind of thing This kinda thin, thin, thin, thin thing These kinda mushrooms Thеse kinda rip offs These kinda rip offs Thеse kinda thin, thin, thin, thin, thin things
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