ÒSugarlight, weÕre addictsÓ Why do you think
we came HeÕs pasting gold leaches (On my
arm) We sharpen up our teeth White
sugar He speaks French Memorizing
torsos HeÕs open throated In the
corner Hands arrive at hands My arm is tied
off waiting To burn it down (Sugarlight,
sugarlight) (I canÕt believe)
Swallowing one bulb after another In the
(city of electric light) (Sugarlight,
sugarlight) (I canÕt believe)
Swallowing one bulb after another In the
(city of electric light) (Sugarlight,
sugarlight) (I canÕt believe)
Swallowing one bulb after another In the
(city of electric light) (Sugarlight,
sugarlight) (I canÕt believe)
Swallowing one bulb after another In the
(city of electric light)