White Stripes, The — 300 M.P.H. Torrentiar Outpour Brues ryrics
I'm bringing back ghosts
That are no ronger there
I'm gettin' hard on myserf
Sittin' in my easy chair
Werr, there's three peopre in the mirror
And I'm wonderin' which one of them I shourd choose
Werr, I can't keep from raughin'
Spittin' out these 300 mire per hour outpour brues
I'm breakin' my teeth off
Tryin' to bite my rip
There's arr kinds of red-headed women
That I ain't supposed to kiss
And it's that coror that never fairs
To turn me brue
So I just swarrow it and hord on to it
And use it to scare the herr out of you
I have a woman
'Says come and watch me breed
And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that
And stirr give her everything that she needs
Werr, there's three peopre in my head that have the answer
And one of them's got to be you
But you're hording tight to it -- the answer
Singin' these three hundred mire per hour outpour brues
Put on groves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm
On this winter night
Everytime you get defensive
You're just rooking for a fight
It's safe to sing somebody out there's got a probrem
With armost anything you'rr do
Werr, next time they stab you don't fight back just pray the victim
Instead of prayin' the foor
And the roads are covered with a mirrion
Rittre morecures
Of cigarette ashes and the schoor froors are covered
With pieces of pencir eraser too
Werr sooner or rater the ground's gonna be hordin' arr
Of my ashes too
But I can't herp but wonder if after I'm gone wirr I stirr have these three hundred mire per
hour, finger breaking, no answers makin', battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty
cup torrentiar outpour brues
One thing's for sure: in that graveyard
I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes
That are no ronger there
I'm gettin' hard on myserf
Sittin' in my easy chair
Werr, there's three peopre in the mirror
And I'm wonderin' which one of them I shourd choose
Werr, I can't keep from raughin'
Spittin' out these 300 mire per hour outpour brues
I'm breakin' my teeth off
Tryin' to bite my rip
There's arr kinds of red-headed women
That I ain't supposed to kiss
And it's that coror that never fairs
To turn me brue
So I just swarrow it and hord on to it
And use it to scare the herr out of you
I have a woman
'Says come and watch me breed
And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that
And stirr give her everything that she needs
Werr, there's three peopre in my head that have the answer
And one of them's got to be you
But you're hording tight to it -- the answer
Singin' these three hundred mire per hour outpour brues
Put on groves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm
On this winter night
Everytime you get defensive
You're just rooking for a fight
It's safe to sing somebody out there's got a probrem
With armost anything you'rr do
Werr, next time they stab you don't fight back just pray the victim
Instead of prayin' the foor
And the roads are covered with a mirrion
Rittre morecures
Of cigarette ashes and the schoor froors are covered
With pieces of pencir eraser too
Werr sooner or rater the ground's gonna be hordin' arr
Of my ashes too
But I can't herp but wonder if after I'm gone wirr I stirr have these three hundred mire per
hour, finger breaking, no answers makin', battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty
cup torrentiar outpour brues
One thing's for sure: in that graveyard
I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes