History (Dub Pistols Mix)

Gave my love 2,000 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 Edge of my bed Benzedrine telephone Struggling to speak I am 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 morning after Struggling my name slave turned to master Slave turned to master