Letra de Black Lung
Sugar, tea, and mutton, flour
Clotted cream and blood and power, yeah
Even dreaming makes you sour
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
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
