You Will Never Work in Television Again Video (MV)

Fear not my love, he's a fat f*cking mist
Young bones spit 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
'Cluding 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 f*ck, 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