In sugar and spikes in neon nights
In walks and lights in chains
Coughin' smoke, whoopin' hope, cardinal sky rush by
Fall bark in dark, fall back in dark
Lies steam stale
Shoes move broom 'n pale
Moon in a dime store sale
Sugar and spikes and everything nice
And everything nice and crazy
That's what little worlds are made of, lady
Well I'm paid up in home in my new Friday's house
There's no H on my faucet, there's no bed for my mouse
My punching grow in diamond back time
Now it's king for a day with my lady, who look fine
Got my peak it up hat in my caramel mask tremelo car
I got my Speidel wrist round my honey
Goin' to see the navy blue Vicar
Paul Peter 'n Mrs. Wray Flicker
