Sugar High - Bell X1

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