The Afghan Whigs
hated
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I smoke a pack a day
I hit the pipe sometimes
And drink my pay, screw my friends
Understand my need to offend
Come home and smack the woman around
Tried to apologize
She deserved it that I know
Strangled with her pantyhose
What's with the flowers, can't you smell me
I buried you and still you kill me
With all your cryin' I can tell
That your disease will make me well
Twist your head so I can witness
Come and crawl inside my sickness
And I'm hated, undisguised
Never known why
And I'm hated, undisguised
Never known why, now I like it
Now I like it, now I like it
Now I like it
- 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