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The White Stripes - 300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues lyrics
I'm calling out to ghosts That are no longer there. I'm getting hard on myself, Sitting in my easy chair. Well, there's three people In the mirror And I'm wondering Which one of them I should choose. But, I can't keep from laughing Spitting out these three hundred M.P.H. Outpour blues. I'm breaking my teeth off Trying to bite my lip. There's all kinds of redheaded women That I ain't suppose to kiss. And it's the color which never fails To turn me blue. So I just swallow it, And hold on to it, And use it To scare the hell out of you. I have a woman that says, "Come and watch me bleed." I'm wondering, just how I can do that And still give her everything that she needs. There's three people in my head that have the Answer and One of them's got to be you. But, you're holding tight to it The answer Singing these three hundred M.P.H. Outpour blues. Put on gloves, a tight scarf And wrap up warm On this winter night. Every time you get defensive You're just looking for a fight. It's safe to say somebody's out there's Got a problem with Almost anything you'll do. Well, next time they stab you Don't fight back Just play the victim, Instead of playing the fool. And the roads are covered with a million Tiny molecules Of cigarette ashes And the school floors are covered With pieces of pencil eraser too. Sooner or later, the grounds gonna be holding all Of my ashes too. And I can't help but wonder If after I'm gone Will I still have these 300 M.P.H. Finger breaking No answers Broken back Dirty cancer Bee stung And busted up Empty cup Torrential outpour blues? One thing's for sure, in the graveyard I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes. |
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