Bush

the devil you know
is back here again
the devil is stoned
he's making friends
we move
we break
the sun with shade
you come
we go
we're fast
we're slow
blood on your dress
hole in your sky
blanket is gone
permanent night
we're glued
we break
we all
dilate
we please
we pain
again
she checks her head
she's in the smoke
figuring which way to turn
now she's got a rope
oh
we need solutions
a brave megaphone