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Greg Dulli has always been glad to play the borderline-abusive lover in his songs for The Twilight Singers and The Afghan Whigs, so why wouldn't he want to taste a girl's blood and take her soul? In "My Time (Has Come)," he's really trying to enslave a fellow heroin junkie ("for another hit, she gave me her soul"), but he imagines himself as a vampire, thriving on his habit rather than destroying himself with it. It's as subtle as a sweaty crotch-thrust, but Dulli knows what kind of trouble he's making for himself. Like any good vampire tale, his song simultaneously embraces damnation and hedonistic oblivion.
There's a girl lying at my door, i would die just to taste her blood some more
i knew a girl dying at my door for another hit, she gave me her soul
now i know that my time has come, yet, i know that my trial goes on and on come on
baby let me set you free if you're up for it, knock and we're rolling through the scenery
in my bed as i lie undead, making love to the snake inside my head
on the floor, like a beautiful whore
what you love never comes 'til you run, and love it some more
now i know that my time has come, yet, i know that my trial goes on and on come on
baby let me set you free if you're up for it, knock and we're rolling through the scenery
seem unwell, look like hell, but i don't play, i've come a long way
i've come a long way, i've come a long way since sunday, girl, get running
take a drive where your mind will cease to feel
stay alive if you feel you can't stand still come on baby while it's light outside if you're up for it, knock and we're rolling on a who ride
cuz i know that my time has run yet
i know that my trial goes on and on come on
baby let me set you free if you're up for it, knock and we're rolling thru the scenery.
now i know that my time has come, yet, i know that my trial goes on and on come on
baby let me set you free if you know what i don't come on over here and teach me
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