The Afghan Whigs - Debonair | Текст песни

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Hear me now and don't forget
I'm not the man, my actions would suggest
A little boy, I'm tied to you.
I fell apart that's what I always do.

This ain't about regret,
My conscience can't be found.
This time I won't repent,
Somebody's going down.

Feel it now and don't resist,
This time the anger's better than the kiss.
I must admit when so inclined
I tend to lose it than confront my mind.

'Cause 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 head,
It's in our love, baby, it's in our bed.

Tonight I go to Hell
For what I've done to you.
This ain't about regret,
It's when I tell the truth.

And once again the monster speaks
Reveals its face and searches for release.
A little boy is tied to you
Attracted only 'til it comes unglued.

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 head,
It's in our love, baby, it's in our bed.

Tonight I go to Hell
For what I've done to you.
But this ain't about regret,
It's when I tell the truth.
Tonight I go to Hell
For what I've done to you.
This ain't about regret.