300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues

Song: 300 M P H Torrential Outpour

Artist: The White Stripes

I'm bringin' back ghosts that are no longer there

I'm gettin' hard on myself sittin' in my easy chair

Well there's three people in the mirror

And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose

Well I can't keep from laughin'

Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues

I'm breakin' my teeth off tryin' to bite my lip

There's all kinds of red-headed 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 says "Come and watch me bleed"

And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that

And still give her everything that she needs

Well there's three people in my head that have the answer

And one of them has got to be you

But you're holding tight to it the answer

Singin' these three hundred mile per hour 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 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 ground's gonna be holdin'

All of my ashes too

But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone

Will I still have these three hundred mile per hour

Finger breakin' 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