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 clichés

Throwing shapes in a gangster lean

Ignoring wars on gasoline

I got some yearning, God, I'm 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 cliques

That rhythm sticks to those classic chicks

Still your tears and drown your fears

All is clear in a glass of beer

Peaches living in niches

Digging the scene like beautiful clichés

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