History Lyrics - Razorblade Suitcase - 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 

By morning after 

Struggling my name 

Slave turned to master 

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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 

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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