The Afghan Whigs
if i were going
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What should I tell her?
She's going to ask
If I ignore it, it gets uncomfortable
She'll want to argue about the past
Still I think she believes me, every word I say
I think I'm starting to believe it all myself
Go ask the gentlemen who play it
But hate to pay
And it don't bleed and it don't breathe
It's locked its jaws and now it's swallowing
It's in our heart, it's in our heads
It's in our love, baby, it's in our bed
It holds my arms down, sits upon my chest
It waves its finger at me every night and day
And it don't rest
And it don't breathe and it don't bleed
It's locked its jaws and now it's swallowing
It's all a lie, it's nearly dead
It's in our hope, baby, it's in our bed
- Album:
- Do To The Beast
- 1965
- Black Love
- What Jail Is Like (ep)
- Gentlemen
- Miscellaneous
- Congregation
- Up In It
- Gentlemen at 21
- Gentlemen (Gentlemen at 21 Deluxe Edition)
- 2014-07-15: Live in London: Electric Ballroom, London, UK
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 160
- Musikexpress 0514 - Der Soundtrack zum Heft
- Paste Sampler 137
- The Current Sampler of Music from Sub Pop Records
- Algiers
- What Jail Is Like
- The Rockpalast Sessions
- Somethin’ Hot
- 66