Text: The Afghan Whigs. Now We Can Begin.

Mother's very proud of you, son
Come and sit upon her knee
I've got some new denial
I want to change my plea

I've seen through alcohol
Raise up the sheets again
Told you that you should fear me
I love to pretend

If I was to correct you
Every time you was wrong
I'd be talking all the time
And laughing at you twice as long

I've seen through alcohol
I've seen the auctioneer
Raise up the sheets again
Right now I need you near
Through him with him in

Now we can begin