Radiohead - You Will Never Work In Television Again |
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You Will Never Work In Television Again
Radiohead Fear not my love He's fat fucking mist Young bones spat out Girls slitting their wrists Curtain calling for a kiss From a nursery rhyme Behind some rocks Underneath some bridge Some gangster troll promising the moon 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 He chews ‘em up He spits ‘em out Its 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 throwing 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 |
