Sugar - Good Harvest

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