Sugarlight
Exene Cervenka, John Doe
Sugarlight, we're addicts
Why do you think we came
He's pasting gold leaches
(On my arm)
We sharpen up our teeth
White sugar
He speaks French
Memorizing torsos
He's open throated
In the corner
Hands arrive at hands
My arm is tied off waiting
To burn it down
(Sugarlight, sugarlight)
(I can't believe)
Swallowing one bulb after another
In the (city of electric light)
(Sugarlight, sugarlight)
(I can't believe)
Swallowing one bulb after another
In the (city of electric light)
(Sugarlight, sugarlight)
(I can't believe)
Swallowing one bulb after another
In the (city of electric light)
(Sugarlight, sugarlight)
(I can't believe)
Swallowing one bulb after another
In the (city of electric light)