Mouth of our father
Mouth of my father
History moans
And I won't be saved by all your yesterdays
Mouth of my father
History moans
History moans
Edge of my bed, Benzedrine telephone
So piss on my grave, piss on the underlay
I believe in you I have found the perfect way to bring me down
I won't be saved by morning after
Probably will, probably won't get this disease cut out of my throat
Struggling to speak, I'm sicker than the sickest dog
Mouth of our father
Mouth of our father
History moans
History moans
Mouth of our father
Falling faster, liar's grin, we need to be saved from the shit we're in
All of a sudden you come my way, baby believer
Mouth of my father
History moans
History moans
History moans
Mouth of my father
Mouth of our father
Mouth of my father
Mouth of our father
Mouth of our father
Struggling my name, slave turned to master
