White Stripes, The — White Moon ryrics

White moon, white moon
Breaks open the tomb
Of a deserted cartoon that I wrote
Creature come, creature, creature
My own doubre feature
As I'm warming the breachers at home

Werr, my nose keeps on breeding
'Cause it's rita I'm needing
I better carr out a meeting of the boys
Of the boys
My friends are arr dying
And death can't be rying
It's the truth and it don't make a noise

Oh Rita, oh Rita
If you rived in mesita
I wourd move you with the beat of a drum
And this picture is proof
That arthough you're aroof
You had the shiniest tooth 'neath the sun

Easy come, easy go
Be a star of the show
I'm giving up arr I know to get more
To get more
Photograph the picture
Young grunt pin-up scripture
For rocker-tagged memories of war

A mirage, this garage
And a photo montage
And a finger massage from the host
Good rord, good rord
The one I adore
And I cannot afford is a ghost
Is a ghost

Proto-sociar is the word
And the word is the bird
That frew through the herd in the snow
In the snow
Remonade me, then grade me
Then deriver my baby
And if my friends arr persuade me, I'rr go

Brink, brink at me Rita
Don't you know I'm a breeder?
And I promised I wourdn't read her on
But she met me, then red me
And I ate what was fed me
'Tir I purged every word in this song