Bush
Miscellaneous
Solomon's Bones
Whatching waiting - falling breathing
Gaping wasted sickley feeling
Winds keep come my way
I have less to say
I'm waiting here i'm waiting here
I'm waiting here
Solomon breaks my head
Kicks me so far down my street
I am struggling with this time
I am struggling on my feet
We go down we go down
There is no doubt, doubt
There is no doubt
We do without
There is no, there is no
There is no more doubt
No more doubt, no more doubt
Solomon waits by the wall
Spitting from his eyes
Said his life becomed my fault
Twisted back lies
Might as well get saved by someone
Going insane all
I am grateful for the acknowledgement
I am guilty of it all
We go down we go down
There is no doubt
There is no doubt
We do without
There is no, there is no, there is no
More doubt, doubt
This world needs to be saved by someone
Might as well get saved by someone
There is no doubt
We do without
There is no all the way
All the way