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