The Smile - Thin Thing

Lyrics

Down the 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

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 kinda, kinda thing

This kinda thin, thin, thin, thin, thing
These kinda mushrooms
These kinda ripples
These kinda ripples
This kinda thin thing, thin thing, thin thing

Like this kinda thing
Like this kinda thin, thin thing
Like this kinda thing

Like this kinda thing
Like this kinda thin thing
Like this kinda thing
Like this kinda

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