Gave my love 2,000 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
Sicker than the 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 the underlay
History moans
Mouth of our father
History moans
Mouth of our father
Mouth of our father
Mouth of our father
Mouth of my father
Mouth of my father
(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)