You Will Never Work in Television Again Letra - The Smile

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 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