BUSH - History lyrics

rate me

Gave my love, two thousand yesterdays

Nothing is wrong, I am always a little late

Probably will, probably won't

Get this disease cut out of 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, liar's grin winked

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

(Its 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...