Jack White - That Black Bat Licorice Lyrics
What?Behave yourselfBehave yourselfYou need to behave yourself, boyYeah, she's built for speed like a black castrum dolorisGood for the needy, like Nietzsche, Freud and HoraceBut I'm skin, flint, broke, making no money, making jokesBut baby, I won't joke with youMy feet are burning like a Roman hypocaustBut the Romans are gone, they changed their name because they lostShe writes letters like a Jack Chick comicJust a bunch of propaganda, make my fingers histrionic; like this, and thisI mean, she's my babyBut she makes me get avuncularAnd when my monkey is jumpingI got no time for making up for herI fantasize about the hospitalThe army, asylum, confinement, in prisonAny place where there's a time to clear my visionI spit it outWhatever's in my mouthJust like that Black Bat LicoriceYeah, that Black Bat LicoriceThat Black Bat LicoriceThat Black Bat LicoriceYeahI wanna cut out my tongue and let you hold onto it for meCause without my skull to amplify my sounds it might get boringI've got the wit of the stickers with atomic clock precisionAnd the phases of the moon directing all of my decisions like thisWomen need to know, I play dumb like ColumboAnd get my feelings hurt and move to NY like I'm DumboDon't you want to lose the part of the brain that has opinions?To not even know what you are doing, or care about yourself or your species in the billionsYeah, I have to spit it outOh, whatever's in my mouthI have to spit it out (behave your self)Just like that Black Bat LicoriceThat Black Bat LicoriceThat Black Bat Licorice, I never liked it, I never willNow state the same damn thing with the violinWhatever you feed meI feed you right backBut it will do no good
