Husbands

by Savages

Savages or The Savages is generally another word for a barbarian.




Whoa, I woke up and I saw the face of a guy
I don't know who he was, he had no eyes

His presence made me feel ill at ease
His presence made me feel, all ill at ease oh, oh

He sung the final hour, he sung the final hour
Of my sleep, of my sleep

God I wanna get rid of it
God I wanna get, get rid of it, yeah, yeah
Get rid of it

My house, my bed, my husbands
Husbands, husbands, husbands, husbands
Husbands, husbands, husbands, husbands
Husbands, husbands, husbands, husbands
Husbands, husbands, husbands, oh

Was he staying here all along
When my eyes were closed and my mouth went numb

And does he know me very well?
When you talk in the dark will I see him again?
Will I see him again?

He sung the final hour, he sung the final hour
Of my sleep, of my sleep

God I wanna get rid of it
God I wanna get, get rid of it, yeah, yeah
Get rid of it

My house, my bed, my husbands
Husbands, husbands, husbands, husbands
Husbands, husbands, husbands
My room, my life
My husbands, husbands, husbands, husbands
Husbands, husbands, husbands, husbands
Husbands, husbands, husbands, husbands
Husbands, husbands, husbands, husbands

Written by: Ayse Yolander Hassan, Camille Berthomier, Fay Geraldine Milton, Gemma Louise Thompson

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