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


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


You give me sweet, sweet nothing
And whisper 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 avoid
Coke Zero for the boys


All that's left here is gold
And all that glitters is free
All that's left here is gold
And all that glitters is free