The White Stripes - 300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues lyrics Lyrics
I'm bringing back ghostsThat are no longer thereI'm gettin' hard on myselfSittin' in my easy chairWell, there's three people in the mirrorAnd I'm wonderin' which one of them I should chooseWell, I can't keep from laughin'Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour bluesI'm breakin' my teeth offTryin' to bite my lipThere's all kinds of red-headed womenThat I ain't supposed to kissAnd it's that color that never failsTo turn me blueSo I just swallow it and hold on to itAnd use it to scare the hell out of youI have a woman'Says come and watch me bleedAnd I'm wonderin' just how I can do thatAnd still give her everything that she needsWell, there's three people in my head that have the answerAnd one of them's got to be youBut you're holding tight to it -- the answerSingin' these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues[- From :http://www.elyrics.net/read/w/white-stripes-lyrics/300-m.P.H.-torrential-outpour-blues-lyrics.html -]Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warmOn this winter nightEverytime you get defensiveYou're just looking for a fightIt's safe to sing somebody out there's got a problemWith almost anything you'll doWell, next time they stab you don't fight back just play the victimInstead of playin' the foolAnd the roads are covered with a millionLittle moleculesOf cigarette ashes and the school floors are coveredWith pieces of pencil eraser tooWell sooner or later the ground's gonna be holdin' allOf my ashes tooBut I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone will I still have these three hundred mile perhour, finger breaking, no answers makin', battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, emptycup torrential outpour bluesOne thing's for sure: in that graveyardI'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes
