Bush
"Solutions"


The devil you know 
Is back here again 
They devil's stoned 
Its making friends 
We move, we break, we sun, we shade 
You come, you go, fast or slow 
Blood on your dress 
Holding your sky 
Blanket is gone 
Permanent night 
We glued, we break, we all, die late 
We please, we pain, again she checks her head 
She's in smoke 
Figuring which way to turn 
Now she's got a rope 

Oh 
We need solutions 
Brain Megaphone 
We need solutions 
Brain Megaphone 

She's broken the shoes 
You look like winter 
We all bruise, hand full of splinters 
We brude, we flake, we torch, we take 
Rebound, Rebirth, Cocoun 

I could be wrong 
I could be right 
Do you think you'll make it out of your life 

Oh 
We need solutions 
Brain Megaphone 
We need solutions 
We got caught hold 
Brain Megaphone 
Brain Megaphone 

She makes me see god 
I'm out on a line 
Anyway the pleasure comes 

Oh 
We need solutions 
Brain Megaphone 
We need solutions 
We got caught hold