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Afghan Whigs Congregation

tomorrow night I can't wait recall yet if I'm black Or if I'm white or wrong, oh Or if I'm white or wrong I am your creator Come with me my congregation

I smell your blood, my love But i can't taste it yet I have your mind, my love But i can't waste it yet Please understand my love I find this sickening

Get off that stuff she said And i'll stone you instead Unchain yourself said she And tie yourself to me I'm on the floor I play with knives You can call

My love don't comfort me She toys with my sincerity On that i can depend I've found that nothing's straight My twisted mind is bent all out of shape

Moneylenders and merchants: Roll on up--for my price is down Come on in--for the best in town Take your pick of the finest wine Lay your bets on this

Untie the boat and turn on the water I'm gone, i'm gone, i'm gone It's alright Untie the boat and turn on the water I'm gone, i'm gone, i'm gone It's