Black Lung

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