The White Stripes 300 M.P.H. 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 on of them I should choose
But I can't keep from laughing
Spitting out these 300 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 its the colour which never fails
To turn me blue
So I just swallow it
And hold onto 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 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 300 M.P.H. outpour blues

Put on gloves a tight scarf
And wrap up warm
On this winter night
Everytime 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 dont 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
Sooner or later the ground's gonna be holding all
Of my ashes too
And I can't help but wonder
If after I'm gone
Will I still have these
300 M.P.H.
Finger breaking
No answers
Broken back
Dirty dancin'
Bee stung
And busted up
Empty cup
Torrential outpour blues

One things for sure in that graveyard
I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes