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Jack White - That Black Bat Licorice Lyrics

What?
Behave yourself
Behave yourself
You need to behave yourself, boy

Yeah, she's built for speed
like a black Castrum Doloris
Good for the needy, like Nietzsche
Freud and Horace
But I'm skinflint, broke
makin' no money, makin' jokes
But baby, I won't joke with you

My feet are burnin'
like a Roman hypocaust
But the Romans are gone
they changed their name because they lost
She writes letters like a Jack Chick comic
Just a buncha' propaganda
make my fingers histrionic
Like this, and this

I mean, she's my baby
But she makes me get avuncular
And when my monkey is jumpin'
I got no time to make it up to her

I fantasize about the hospital
The army, asylum, confinement in prison
Any place where there's a cot
to clear my vision

I spit it out
Whatever's in my mouth
Just like that Black Bat Licorice
Yeah, that Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice
Yeah

I wanna cut out my tongue
and let ya' hold onto it for me
'Cause without my skill to amplify
my sounds it might get boring
I've got the wit of the staircase
with atomic clock precision
And the phases of the moon
directin' all of my decisions like this

When I need to know
I play dumb like Columbo
And get my feelin's hurt
and move to Ny like I'm Dumbo
Don't you want to lose the part of the brain
that has opinions?
To not even know what you are doing
or care about yourself
or your species in the billions

Yeah, I have to spit it out
Ah, whatever's in my mouth
Ah, I have to spit it out (behave yourself)
Just like that Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice
I never liked it, I never will
Now state the same damn thing with the violin

Whatever you feed me
I feed you right back
But it will do no good