מילים לשיר History – Bush

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
Struggling my name
By morning after History moans
Slave turned to master
History moans
Mouth of our father
Mouth of my father
Mouth of my father Edge of my bed
Benzedrine telephone
Falling faster than a liar's grin
Struggling to speak i am sicker than sickest dog
We need to be saved from the shit we're in
The perfect way to bring me down
I believe in you i have found 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
Mouth of my father
It's the movement we're after
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
History moans
Mouth of our father
It's the movement we're after
Mouth of our father Mouth of our father
Mouth of our father
Mouth of our father.