Текст (слова) песни: Bush - History

Gave my love, two thousand yesterdays
Nothing is wrong, I am always a little late
Probably will, probably wont
Get this disease cut out of my throat
All of a sudden you come my way, baby believer

I wont 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, liars grin winked
We need to be saved from the shit were in
I believe in you I have found the perfect way to bring me down

I wont 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
(Its the movement were after)
Mouth of my father
(Its the movement were after)
Mouth of my father

History moans, (Its the movement were after)
History moans, (Its the movement were after)
History moans, (Its the movement were after)
History moans, mouth of our father, mouth of our father...

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