300 mph Torrential Outpour Blues lyrics

I'm bringing back 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

Well, I can't keep from laughing

Spitting out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues

I'm breaking my teeth off

Trying to bite my lip

There's all kinds of red-headed women

That I ain't supposed to kiss

And it's 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 I'm wondering 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's got to be you

But you're holding tight to it, the answer

Singing these three hundred mile per hour out-pour blues

Put on gloves, a tied 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 sing 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

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 holding 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 breaking, no answers making, battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty

Cup torrential out pour blues

One thing's for sure: in that graveyard

I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes

• Artist:The White Stripes
• Album:Icky Thump (2007)