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(hey hey)
Your lips kiss Jack on fire

And when you fall in love with me
We can dig a hole by the willow tree
Then I will fuck you till you die
from nowhere out on the desert sand
One Eyed Jack the trader hold some turquoise in his hand
By his side sat Running Elk his longtime Indian friend
He
Of a magazine

Some day (some day)
I'd like (I?d like)
To take a walk with you
Maybe ride our bikes down by the sea side

Meg White
I saw you on the big
California, Here I Come
Written by Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva
Jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
Neal
on a blanket with a book
In the shade, white suit

Happy hour at the bar
And I m jamming with some friends
We're up to the same tricks
Drinking cocktails
[Jack White and Meg White]
Rag and bone!
Rag and bone!
Rag and bone!
Rag and bone!

[Jack White]
Meg, look at this place.

[Meg White
And a seat by my 
Cradle with 

My mother the war 

Forsaken vigil 
Three years each tour 
Hands of God enfold him 
Prayed mother of the war 
Haunt
I've been on the Grand Ole Opry
I've played a show with ZZ Top
Went on tour with Skynyrd and man they still rock
Shot the bull with Bocephus, before
Maine in the air till they follow me to the car
Cash money with a bag of this molly to kick it off
Now that's what you callin' a Nicki Minaj
Lettin'
and the headline read
"All-American Comeback Kid"

He was recruited by the best schools in the land
He decided he would sign with his Uncle Sam
Kissed his mama
fuck them Federallies
Muthafuckas can't get enough bread at
Rally's
Bringin white girl through Mexicali
Homies come up and got dead in alleys
Cocaine,
Oh the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack knife has Mac Heath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight

When the shark
Jack
With the luck of men that roam
With the back door steps for a dining room
And the boxcar for a home;

We dodged the bulls on the eastern route
Jack
With the luck of men that roam
With the back door steps for a dining room
And the boxcar for a home

We dodged the bulls on the eastern route
He's a big bright shiny lookin'
White knight waitin with an icecube in his chest
And his words won't mean a thing
When you're waitin for a king
Why
grudge
We have to hurry to get them in scrape

Fight

Acrid smell of smoke in the air
White flag's rising, mainmast breaks
Ears go deaf by my
Taken from letters sent by Jack the Ripper
Fired anticipation, burns within me.
Revealed in illness, at infancy.
Whispering Jack, born in a fever.
stuff all look the same
I don't need a Joey Neckbone puttin his artwork on my CD
Drawin Apple Jacks and Honeycomb with me sittin on the throne
No I'm
Well, I think you're gonna be okay, son
You've had the tour, I guess
These two buttons by the way
This one I hope you never press
Some holy fool, just
I think you're gonna be okay, son
If I had the tour, I guess
These two buttons by the way
This one I hope you never press
Some holy fool, just
Sometimes like a dream you come cut
From the same cloth
The light in your palm so white I feel it in my heart
Horse hoof imprint on the saddle
by candle light
And fire in their eyes
Couldrons bubble over-filled
Grinning Jack-O-Lanterns
On this night of nights
Leather bat wings
Slicing through
Jabby Jack, Larry Laughter and least not last
A cool brother by the name of Gas
These brothers made you get loose
They was down with a brother called
Oh the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack knife has MacHeath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight
When
secrets
I ain't chuckin' tips
I'd rather be bumpin' hips
On that ratchet with muffin tits
Tore up the limits
From Britan visions would rock their lives