That Black Bat Licorice - Jack White

(behave yourself)

You need to behave yourself boy

She's built for speed

Like a back castrum Deloris

Good for the needy

Like Nietzsche, Freud and Horus

But I'm skin flint broke

Making no money making jokes

But baby I won't joke with you

My feet are burning like Roman hypocaust

But the

Romans are gone, they changed their names because they lost

She writes letters like a jack chick comic

Just a bunch of propaganda

Make my fingers histrionic

Like this

I mean, she's my baby but she makes me get avancular

And when my monkey's jumpin'

I got no time to make it up to her

I fantasize about the hospital

The army, asylum, confinement prison

Any place where there's a cot

To clear my vision

I spit it out

Whatever's in my mouth

Just like that black bat licorice

Yeah that black bat licorice

That black bat licorice

That black bat licorice

I want to

Cut out my tongue and let you

Hold on to it for me

'Cause without my skull to amplify my sounds

It might get boring

I've got the

Wit of the staircase

With atomic clock precision

And the phases of the moon

Directing all of my decisions

Like this

When I need to know

I play dumb like Columbo

And get my feelings hurt

And move to New York like I'm Dumbo

Don'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 billions?

Oh I have to spit it out

Whatever's in my mouth

I have to spit it out

(behave yourself)

Just like that black bat licorice

That black bat licorice

that black bat licorice

I never liked it

I never will

Now say the same damn thing with the violin!

Whatever you feed me

I feed you right back

But it won't do no good