Letra de Thin Thing - The Smile

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 its 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

These kinda ripples

These kinda ripples

These kinda thin, thin, thin, thin, thin thing

Like this kind of thing

Like this kind of thin, thin thing

Like this kind of thing

Like this kind of thing

Like these kind of ripples

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