I wanna be clean but I gotta get high It's good to be here, so hard to come by You bring pain cause you got game And needles and pins a man can't take
Peaches living in niches Digging the scene like beautiful cliches Throwing shapes in a gangster lean Ignoring wars on gasoline I got some yearning, God I'm made to get high God's left hand wasn't made to get by Got more highs left in me And there's more room in recovery
From evil states that strip all chrome From Marshall Amps into broken homes And borstal blues to countless cliques That rhythm sticks to those classic chicks Still your tears and drown your fears All is clear in a glass of beer
Peaches living in niches Digging the scene like beautiful cliches You fill me with endorphins And you star in magazines We draw liquor from the mattress springs It ain't over til the last bell rings Got more highs, you and me And deluxe rooms in recovery
Writer/s: ROBERT DEL NAJA, NEIL DAVIDGE, GRANTLEY EVAN MARSHALL
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
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The Eurythmics' "Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)" came top of a 2013 Spotify poll to find out which songs music fans most commonly hear people singing incorrectly. Many believe Annie Lennox is singing: "Sweet dreams are made of cheese, who am I to disagree?"