The White Stripes - 300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues lyrics

I'm bringing 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's got to be you But you're holding tight to it, the answer Singin' these 300 mile per hour outpour 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 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 300 mile per hour, finger breaking, 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