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