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 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
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 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