There's something in this sugar
Which isn't very sweet
I can't put my finger on it
But I'll find it yes indeed
There's something in this sugar
I've tasted it before
It once tried to break me
So I hate it all the more
Well there's something in this sugar
I don't seem to like
It tastes like fascist words
And other kinds of stupid tripe
There's something in this sugar
That I refuse to eat
I've got a switchblade tongue my friend
So go on take a seat
Gonna treat you like this country
Treated Ol' Detroit
So get ready... get ready
Here comes Detroit
There's something in this honey
That doesn't seem to drip
You keep drilling holes
To sink a sinking ship
There's something in this honey
Which doesn't seem to stick
What you say ain't funny
So go on take the mick
There's something in this honey
The pussywillows see
When the floor come's up to meet you
I'm the one you'll see
Cuz t here's something in this honey
It doesn't seem to flow
I've got a switchblade tongue my friend
And yes you've got to go