vericose veins and dirty babes, crack pipes and garage sales
poisoned puddles and toxic winds, execution-style murders
it tastes sweet on your tongue and kills you within
a place we called home
broken concrete and shattered glass
a faulty shotgun still could pass
and the shrooms, they've all been trashed
the south's no place for a cracker ass
sugar to ashes we left behind
a city that burns more than just time
and the clouds hover over flames
it's not bad if you're insane
sugar to ashes, sugar to ashes
