Texty: Afghan Whigs. Gentlemen. Now You Know.

Since you're aware of the consequences
I can pimp what's left of this wreck on you
Bit into a rotten one, now didn't you?
Now i can watch you chew
Did you have blinders on my dear
Or were you just willing?
Or was i unaware of the damage a lie can do?
I thought you knew

Listen up
Drive it off
Punctuate it with a smoker's cough

Light it up
Stick around
I told you somebody's going down now
Spit it up
Get it out
Let me kiss that beautiful mouth
Tell me is it the same?
My sweetness, my everything
And is this condescending a comfort at all to you?
We bit into a rotten one
Now didn't we?
Well, baby now it's through