Lyrics
gave my love to a 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 our father
history moans
mouth of my father
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 all your yesterdays
piss on my grave
piss on the underlay
history moans
mouth of our father
history moans
mouth of our father
mouth of our father
mouth of our father
mouth of our father
(it’s the movement we’re after)
mouth of our father
(it’s the movement we’re after)
mouth of our father
history moans
(it’s the movement we’re after)
history moans
(it’s the movement we’re after)
history moans
(it’s the movement we’re after)
history moans
mouth of our father
(mouth of our father)
mouth of our father
(mouth of our father)
mouth of our father
About The Song
wtf does that word mean?:
benzedrine [n.] used for amphetamine
Band Thoughts:
‘It would have to be second-hand for me, but it has happened to me, and partners at the time, in my life. It’s very strange to think that you might, if things were different, have children. It’s so odd singing ‘mouth of our father’, ‘mouth of my father’. Singing ‘father’ in a song is so weird, because it’s such a really stern word; frozen, stand-offish. ‘Piss on me, piss on the underlay’ – there are so many weird things in here. This flat I lived in, in Montague Square, didn’t have carpet underlay, so we had it running down the center of the cement floor, and the rest of the floor was all painted and graffitied.’ – Gavin (speaking about writing a song about abortion from a woman’s point of view)
Staff Thoughts:
“It’s a bit confusing, but still likable.”- Laura
“Bush needs to sue Hoobastank for stealing their riff for the chorus to Running away. Get your own, hooba.”-Brandyn
Fan Thoughts: