Testo Sugar 'n Spikes

'n sugar 'n spikes 'n neon lights 'n walks 'n lights 'n chains coughin' smoke whoopin' hope Cardinal sky rush by falls bark in dark Fall back in dark Pies steam stale shoes move broom 'n pale Moon in uh dime store sale Sugar 'n spikes 'n everything nice 'n everything nice 'n crazy That's what little worlds are made of lady I'm paid up in home in 'm new Friday's house There's no H on my faucet there's no bed for m' mouse My punch 'n grow mind in diamond back time Now it's king for uh day with my lady look fine Got m' peakin' up hat 'n my caramel mask Tremelo car got m' speidel wrist round m' honey Goin' t' see the navy blue vicar Paul Peter 'n misses wray flicker Interestingly, I received email from a Peter Wray, who might just be the fellow mentioned above in the song. Here's a chunk of his email. "My only claim to fame was being mentioned in one of his songs (Sugar n Spikes). How I got in the lyrics I don't know except that I met Beefheart on tour in Columbus Ohio in 1968 or 69." "I remember that one of my friends in college got one of the first issues of TMR - when warners included the lyric sheet - and came running into my room yelling and insisting that I somehow had done something directly to get in the song. I couldn't convince him otherwise."