Sugar, tea, and mutton, flour
Clotted cream and blood and power, yeah
Even dreaming makes you sour
See the pearly gates from the water tower

Give me sweet, sweet nothing
Whispered with a forked tongue
I'm thirty-five and I might start LARPing
If I shake this black, black lung

Fall in circles in the yard
Don't speak without my mask
Fighting fire to a void
Coke Zeros for the boys

All that's left here is gold
And all that twinkles is fear
All that's left here is gold
And all that twinkles is fear