CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : You Will Never Work in Television Again

Fear not my love, he's a fat f**king mess
With bones put out, girls slitting their wrists
Curtain calling for the kids from the nursery rhyme
Underneath some rock, underneath some bridge
Some gangster troll promising another

Alright, alright, alright

Some kid in golden chains, new slippery ropes
At the lonely states, [?] being paid, cleaning my left foot
Turn the lights down low, put the bullet on you
You'll never work in television again

He chews them up, he spits thеm out
It's what's his name, [?]
A can of [?]
A can of [?]
All those beautiful hopеs and dreams devoured by those evil eyes and those piggy limbs
You sad f**k throwing small change
Get your dirty hands off my love
Heaven knows that your bad
Heaven knows that your bad
Heaven knows that your bad
Heaven knows that your bad
Heaven knows that your bad