Слова песни «300 Mph Torrential Outpour Blues» - White Stripes (The)

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White Stripes (The) - "300 Mph Torrential Outpour Blues"

Lyrics to 300 Mph Torrential Outpour Blues :

Im bringing back ghosts

That are no longer there

Im gettin hard on myself

Sittin in my easy chair

Well, theres three people in the mirror

And Im wonderin which one of them I should choose

Well, I cant keep from laughin

Spittin out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues



Im breakin my teeth off

Tryin to bite my lip

Theres all kinds of red-headed women

That I aint supposed to kiss

And its that color that 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

Says come and watch me bleed

And Im wonderin just how I can do that

And still give her everything that she needs

Well, theres three people in my head that have the answer

And one of thems got to be you

But youre holding tight to it -- the answer

Singin these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues



Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm

On this winter night

Everytime you get defensive

Youre just looking for a fight

Its safe to sing somebody out theres got a problem

With almost anything youll do

Well, next time they stab you dont fight back just play the victim

Instead of playin the fool

And the roads are covered with a million

Little molecules

Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered

With pieces of pencil eraser too

Well sooner or later the grounds gonna be holdin all

Of my ashes too

But I cant help but wonder if after Im gone will I still have these three hundred mile per hour, finger breaking, no answers makin, battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty cup torrential outpour blues



One things for sure: in that graveyard

Im gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes



(Thanks to Pierpaolo for these lyrics)


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