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 cuz 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