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 like lychees
Digging the scene like beautiful cliches

From these shapes of a gangster lean
Ignoring wars on gasoline
Our god's ???? 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 ??? 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 like lychees
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 til the last bell rings

Got more highs you and me
And deluxe rooms in recovery