Bush. Sixteen Stone. Machine Head. Zeneszám

Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breath in

Tied to a wheel fingers, got to feel
I spin on a whim, I slide to the right
I felt, you like electric light for our love, for our fear
For our rise against the years and years and years

Got a machine head better than the rest
Green to red, machine head
Got a machine head better than the rest
Green to red machine head

And I walk from my machine
I walk from my machine

Deaf, dumb and thirsty, 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

Got a machine head better than the rest
Green to red machine head
Got a machine head better than the rest
Green to red

And I walk from my machine
I walk from my machine

Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in, breathe in, breathe in

Got a machine head better than the rest
Green to red machine head
Got a machine head better than the rest
Green to red

Better than the rest, better than the rest
Machine head

And I walk form my machine
I walk form my machine