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 am sicker than sickest dog
 Falling faster than a 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 our father
 Mouth of our father
 Mouth of our father
 Mouth of our father
 (It's the movement we're after)
 Mouth of my father
 (It's the movement we're after)
 Mouth of my father
 History moans
 (It's the movement we're after)
 History moans
 (It's the movement we're after)
 History moans
 (It's the movement we're after)
 History moans
 Mouth of our father
 (Mouth of our father)
 Mouth of our father
 (Mouth of our father)
 Mouth of our father