Rush Minute

Rush Minute

Massive Attack

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 lychee's
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 checks
Steal your tears and drown your fears
All is clear in a glass of beer

Peaches living like lychee's
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

Written by DEL NAJA, ROBERT / DAVIDGE, NEIL / MARSHALL, GRANTLEY EVAN
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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