Let's build up tall into the sky
We can sit on those beams and smile
and eat our sandwiches
and smoke cigarettes
Like those boys who built
New York City
No fear of falling,
oh it looks so pretty
Oh look, a funeral.
A carnival.
Sugar.
Sugar, so high, high.
Let's build all this shit
no-one's ever gonna buy
When we come round we'll
blame the sugar high
and act all sheepish,
and kinda sorry-ish
They'll just sit there like
monuments
Plastic flapping in the wind
Like a flag
So sad
Sugar, so high, high.
Hey Charlie don't you know Seanie, don't you know Paddy, don't you know the Baileys?
Good old boys at the races
In a big tent at the races
He's a friend of mine, he's a friend of yours, he's a friend of ours,
like not so wiseguys
Yeah, not so wiseguys
And they'll do anything for Sugar.
Sugar, so high, high.
Yeah anything for sugar, sugar so high, high.
Anything, anything
Can't let go of the good times
Good times. Good times.
Sugar so high.
Sugar, sugar so high.
Free to those who can afford it, to those who can afford it.
Very dear to those who can't, to those who can't.
Free to those who can afford it, to those who can afford it.
Very dear to those who can't, to those who can't.