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White Stripes - 300 Mph 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 supposed to kiss.
And it's that 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."
And 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 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 ground's gonna be holding all
Of my ashes too.
And I can not 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 that graveyard
I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes.