Machinehead (Music Box Version Of Bush)

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A slaughter of light, a fragile like electric light

For our love, for our fear, for our eyes, gas and knees, ears and ears

Got a machine here, spare that arrest

Green to red, machine of hell

Got a machine here, better rest, green to red

I work for my machine

I work for my machine

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

That I'm turning, starting to desert this

Leave me with my conscience as well

Blood is like a wine, and it gets old in time

I've failed to get it tended, oh

Get a machine here, spare no rest

Green to red, machine of hell

Got a machine, yeah Spare not a rest, green to red, yeah

I work for my machine I work for my machine

Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe in Breathe in

Got a machine gun, spare not a rest, green to red, machine gun

Got a machine gun, spare not a rest, green to red, spare not a rest

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, spare not a rest

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, machine gun

head, head, head, head, head, head, head. I walk from my machine. I walk from my machine.