Golden Syrup - The Wave Pictures

Even now

Even all these years on

Can't still taste golden syrup on my tongue

The rousie lies of the bridges

On the water the broken images

Of broken people wondering through sleep

And you know I hated it

I hated that job at the factory

I hated acting cheerful when the foreman came around

I looked deep in his mouth it was pitch black

And I can't bring myself to go by

Bread rising in the oven like a ghost

Later to be toast

Burning under the grill

Hot Apple side are bubbling on the wooden window seal

I'm waiting here for someone

To take a bite out of my neck

I've been coming of this wreck

And the furniture is made of licorice

Like the little hairs growing on my arm

I can't promise you a good time

I can't promise you a great time

But I doubt you'll come to any harm

Sprinkle sugar over me

Sprinkle sugar over me

Sprinkle sugar over me

Sprinkle sugar over me

I felt like a cold bear in the shade

I didn't feel like watching a parade

I felt like a man

Not in his rightful time and place

I felt like I wanted into the room too late

And in the ice cream parlor scooping roman raisin

I could never get excited about special occasions

But I paved my way somehow

I'm still able to save

I have not murdered anyone

And you remember I enjoyed the anxiety

It went on joylessly joylessly like the nineteen nineties

But I took a sudden comfort

In sticking like a sore thumb

The rivers ran red but nevertheless I felt numb

Sprinkle sugar over me

Sprinkle sugar over me

Sprinkle sugar over me

Sprinkle sugar over me

And the telephone

Ceaselessly rings

And somewhere someone handsome sings

The song for my specific situation

A song for a man of my station

A song in the key of cheek

Wiese you notice for better than anything I've ever read

But there are thoughts that you should have never been completed

Making enroot in my head

Like the only children have to be there on cane

Only children know my pains

Sprinkle sugar over me

Sprinkle sugar over me

Sprinkle sugar over me

Sprinkle sugar over me

The ceiling fan showers us with dust

My tongue is kept with tiger balm

I can't promise you a good time

I can't promise you a great time

But I can offer up a little of my famous charm

In the smuggling ***

And the dumb waiter

All men fall back on bad ideas

Sooner or later

In the full heat of summer

The landlord did a runner

I've got nothing to do with

Last month's rent

Sprinkle sugar over me

Sprinkle sugar over me

Sprinkle sugar over me

Sprinkle sugar over me

Sprinkle sugar over me

Sprinkle sugar over me

Sprinkle sugar over me

Sprinkle sugar over me