T/The Smile/You Will Never Work In Television Again
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 spits 'em out It's whatshisname, the gеnie man Mechanical, mechanical All thosе 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 beenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
