Bush

breathe in breathe out
tied to a wheel fingers got to feel
i spin on a whim i slide to the right
i felt you like an electric light
for our love
for our fear
for our rise against the years and years and years

got a machinehead better than the rest
green to the red machinehead
and i walk from my machine
i walk from my machine
deaf dumb and thirty

starting to deserve this
leaning on my conscience wall
blood is like wine
unconscious all the time
if i had it all again
i'd change it all