Sugar telephones at twelve o'clocknSays she's pulling up around my blocknAnd would I like to drive to the coastnThrough hiccuped sighsnnI asked her once why she has to climbnBehind the wheel when she starts to crynSaid it's the only thing that calms her downnAnd I let it slidennShe pulls over without warningnFor a six pack at one o clock in the morningnWe've only been out an hour, girlnYou've got to be fucking shitting mennWe go speeding through a sleeping townnBottles up and the windows downnSugar, please put your seat belt onnAnd she laughs at mennIf I liked being told what to do,nI'd have brought my dad along instead of younI put my seat back and drifted offnAs Kate Bush sangnnAnd dreamed as the dawn set innWe drove straight through armageddonnAnd when we finally reached the ocean, there was nothing leftnnWe cooed at the howling darknessnAs white lights showered down upon usnSpaceships all around nownYou've got to be fucking shitting mennI awoke as we approached the coastnThe rising sun chased away the ghostsnI really should have stayed awaken'Cause now I feel like shitnnSugar weaves the car along the cliffsnAnd jerks the wheel for the fun of itnWould you please put your seatbelt onnAnd she laughs, but listen here...nnI'll be the one laughingnShockwaves shooting through the mountainsnThe coastline's in the shadow of a giant wavennCruise liners capsizingnAs planes crash along the horizonnAnd I'm the one buckled innGirl, you've got to be fucking shitting me