History (Dub Pistols Mix / Remastered)

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

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 morning after

Struggling my name

Slave turned to master

Slave turned to master