Her teeth were coated slick and sweetly
So thick that it was deafening
I cannot hear above the sugar
But I can watch your mouth move
The second time I'll hear completely
Faces are reading as bleak
Surf some sand out of the city
Loaded up and drove out to
The softer roads in Michigan
Loaded up and drove out to
The softer roads in Michigan
A homily called "Kettle, Black"
All about witches in the sun
I still can't hear a single thing
But I am watching mouth sounds
All that there is is stickiness
So bright that it is deafening
I cannot hear above the sugar
I cannot hear above the sugar
Loaded up and drove out to
The softer roads in Michigan
Loaded up and drove out to
The softer roads in Michigan