History
Gave my love to two thousand yesterdays
Nothing is wrong I am always a little late
Probably will probably won't,
get this disease cut out my throat
All of a sudden you come my way, baby believer
I won't be saved by morning after
Struggling my name, slave turned to master
History moans, mouth of our father
History moans, mouth of my father, mouth of my father
Edge of my bed, benzedrine telephone
Struggling to speak, I'm sicker than sickest dog
Falling faster than liar's grin,
we need to be saved from the shit we're in
I believe in you I have found,
the perfect way to bring me down
I won't be saved, by all your yesterdays
Piss on my grave, piss on the underlay
History moans, mouth of our father
History moans, mouth of my father, mouth of my father
Mouth of my father, mouth of my father,
mouth of my father
History moans, history moans, history moans,
mouth of my father
Mouth of my father, mouth of my father
