Sugar, tea and mutton, flour
Clotted cream and blood and power
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 35 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