Lyrics Sugar - Good Harvest

Sugar

Shoes filled with money
Hold your heels up high
Give me every nickel that you own
And I will give you love
Don’t you know that money is made out of sugar
And sugar is the kind of cash that cashes into sweets and makes you bitch
Keep the little darlings in the ferris wheel
Let the merry-go-round, go round, go round
Bring you horses home (let them run and)
Sing their heartfelt song
Bring your guns out in the sun and make yourselves at home
Ease your pain down memory lane
That’s where I want to go