Artist：bush
Songs Title：history

Gave my love to 2 thousand yesterdays

Nothing is wrong I am always a little late

Probably will probably wont

Get this disease cut out 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 our father

Edge of my bed

Benzedrine telephone
Struggling to speak

Sicker than sickest dog

Falling faster than liars grin

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

Its the movement were after