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Rush Minute

 

I wanna be clean but I gotta get high

It’s good to be here, so hard to come by

You bring pain ‘cause you got game

And needles and pins a man can’t take

 

Peaches living in niches

Digging the scene like beautiful cliches

From these shapes of a gangster lean

Ignoring wars on gasoline

Our God’s on yearning and made to get high

God’s left hand wasn’t made to get by

Got more highs left in me

And there’s more room in recovery

 

From evil states that strip all chrome

From Marshall Amps into broken homes

And borstal blues to countless clicks

That rhythm sticks to those classic cheques

Steal your tears and drown your fears

All is clear in a glass of beer

 

Peaches living in niches

Digging the scene like beautiful cliches

You fill me with endorphins

And you star in magazines

We draw liquor from the mattress springs

It ain’t over till the last bell rings

Got more highs, you and me

And deluxe rooms in recovery