Bush Lyrics

Album: Deconstructed

History Lyrics

gave my love 2 thousand 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 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

 it's the movement we're after