Yeah, I got three women
Red, blonde hair, and brunette
I got three women
Red, blonde, and brunette
It took a digital photograph to pick which one I like
Well, I'm lonely at night, but I stay up until the break of day
Yeah, I'm lonely at night, but I stay up until the break of day
How come I gotta have a woman to blur these bruise away
Yeah, alright, I said
[Chorus:]
Lordy Lord
Lordy Lord
Lordy Lord
Lordy Lord
Lordy Lord
Lordy Lord
Lordy lordy lordy Lord
Yeah, I got one in California and one back in Detroit
I got one in California and one back in Detroit
I brought my woman to Nashville, cast a bottle with her daddy all night
Yeah, well, she hogged my ashes, but she took them too far away
Yeah, she hogged my ashes, but she took them too far away
She said she loves her daddy
But only when she got bills to pay
Aw, listen, all right
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Well, I wish I could tell you just what my three women do
Yeah, I wish I could tell you just what my three women do
But if I open my mouth, well, that'll be three women I lose
Yeah, now I know what you're thinking
What gives me the right?
Yeah, I know what you're thinking
What gives you the right?
Well, these women must be getting something
Cause they come and see me every night
[Chorus]
Lordy
Jack White - Lazaretto Album Lyrics
Jack White - Lazaretto Lyrics
Writer: WILLIE MCTELL, JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Lazaretto
My veins are blue and connected
And every single bone in my brain is electric
But I dig ditches like the best of 'em
Yo traba o dolo
Come on, modera, y eso
Como y modera y eso
And even God herself
Has fewer plans than me
But she never helps me out with my scams for free, though
She grabs a stick and then she points it at me
When I say nothing, I say everything
Yeah when I say nothing, I say everything
They threw me down in the lazaretto
Boy rotten, board rottin'
Makin' models of people I used to know
Out of coffee and cotton
And all of my illegitimate kids have begotten
Thrown down to the wolves, made Pharaoh for nothin'
Quarantine on the Isle of Man and I'm trying to escape any way that I can, oh
Any way that I can, oh
I have no time left
Time is lost, no time at all, throw it in a garbage can
And I shake God's hand
I jump up and let her know when I can
This is how I'm gonna do it
They wanna bow down in prison
They're lighting fires with the cast of the masses
And lock the door, why don't fall down
I'm so Detroit, I make it rise from the ashes
And every single bone in my brain is electric
But I dig ditches like the best of 'em
Yo traba o dolo
Come on, modera, y eso
Como y modera y eso
And even God herself
Has fewer plans than me
But she never helps me out with my scams for free, though
She grabs a stick and then she points it at me
When I say nothing, I say everything
Yeah when I say nothing, I say everything
They threw me down in the lazaretto
Boy rotten, board rottin'
Makin' models of people I used to know
Out of coffee and cotton
And all of my illegitimate kids have begotten
Thrown down to the wolves, made Pharaoh for nothin'
Quarantine on the Isle of Man and I'm trying to escape any way that I can, oh
Any way that I can, oh
I have no time left
Time is lost, no time at all, throw it in a garbage can
And I shake God's hand
I jump up and let her know when I can
This is how I'm gonna do it
They wanna bow down in prison
They're lighting fires with the cast of the masses
And lock the door, why don't fall down
I'm so Detroit, I make it rise from the ashes
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Temporary Ground
On a floating lily island
Moving over slowly sideways
Rested temper and the creatures
Spending all of their days
Praying for the floor to
Buckle down below their belts
Crashing into yet another
Drifting continental shelf
[Chorus x2:]
Moving without motion
Screaming without sound
Across an open ocean
Flying there on temporary ground
The old explorers had it easy
They discovered nothing new
But returned on home with answers
Of sad existent clues
All the creatures have it hard now
Nothing but god is left to know
And while he left us all here hanging
We're barely losing off our home
[Chorus x4]
Moving over slowly sideways
Rested temper and the creatures
Spending all of their days
Praying for the floor to
Buckle down below their belts
Crashing into yet another
Drifting continental shelf
[Chorus x2:]
Moving without motion
Screaming without sound
Across an open ocean
Flying there on temporary ground
The old explorers had it easy
They discovered nothing new
But returned on home with answers
Of sad existent clues
All the creatures have it hard now
Nothing but god is left to know
And while he left us all here hanging
We're barely losing off our home
[Chorus x4]
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Would You Fight For My Love?
It's not enough that I love you
There's all these things I have to prove t o you
You use the sun to erase the past
But you think it only raises for you
But I'm afraid of being hurt that's true
But not afraid of any physical pain
Just as I am always scared of water
But not afraid of standing out in the rain
The last person in the room she hugged
Was the person that loved her the most
Nobody noticed that I was down on the rug
I'm getting better at becoming a ghost
I know that you want more
But would you fight for
My love
And I've hurt you before
But can you ignore
My love
You're walking out my back door
Looking back for
My love
I know that you want more
But would you fight for
My love
People do their best to not let passion begin
It's dead before it has a chance to start
And so then there I am, the caretaker of sin
To your abandoned and malignant heart
It's such a pleasure, to sing with you together
Making love when there is nobody home
But I can't kiss you 'til you lift up your chin
You have to want to stop being alone
I want you to fight for
My love
I want you to fight for
My love
I want you to fight for
My love
There's all these things I have to prove t o you
You use the sun to erase the past
But you think it only raises for you
But I'm afraid of being hurt that's true
But not afraid of any physical pain
Just as I am always scared of water
But not afraid of standing out in the rain
The last person in the room she hugged
Was the person that loved her the most
Nobody noticed that I was down on the rug
I'm getting better at becoming a ghost
I know that you want more
But would you fight for
My love
And I've hurt you before
But can you ignore
My love
You're walking out my back door
Looking back for
My love
I know that you want more
But would you fight for
My love
People do their best to not let passion begin
It's dead before it has a chance to start
And so then there I am, the caretaker of sin
To your abandoned and malignant heart
It's such a pleasure, to sing with you together
Making love when there is nobody home
But I can't kiss you 'til you lift up your chin
You have to want to stop being alone
I want you to fight for
My love
I want you to fight for
My love
I want you to fight for
My love
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Just One Drink
You drink water
I drink gasoline
One of us is happy
One of us is mean
I love you
But honey, why don't you love me?
Yeah, well, I love you
But honey, why don't you love me?
Just one drink gets me closer
Just one drink, it rolls you over
But then I start to think you're growing colder
The older and older, I am
Well, I watch TV
You watch the ceiling
And when you turn over
I get a funny feeling
I should grab my rock and rye
And pop the top until my baby comes clean
Yeah, I should grab my rock and rye
And pop the top until my baby comes clean
Well, just one sip and then you showed me
You bust your lip, I want spottieottie
So, come on take a trip if you wanna know me
And put a fork in the road with me
Alright
Just one drink gets me closer
Just one drink, it rolls you over
But then I start to think you're growing colder
The older and older, I am
You drink water
I drink gasoline
One of us is happy
The other one is mean
I love you
But honey, why don't you love me?
Yeah, well, I love you
But honey, why don't you love me?
Yeah, I love you
Honey, why don't you love me?
I drink gasoline
One of us is happy
One of us is mean
I love you
But honey, why don't you love me?
Yeah, well, I love you
But honey, why don't you love me?
Just one drink gets me closer
Just one drink, it rolls you over
But then I start to think you're growing colder
The older and older, I am
Well, I watch TV
You watch the ceiling
And when you turn over
I get a funny feeling
I should grab my rock and rye
And pop the top until my baby comes clean
Yeah, I should grab my rock and rye
And pop the top until my baby comes clean
Well, just one sip and then you showed me
You bust your lip, I want spottieottie
So, come on take a trip if you wanna know me
And put a fork in the road with me
Alright
Just one drink gets me closer
Just one drink, it rolls you over
But then I start to think you're growing colder
The older and older, I am
You drink water
I drink gasoline
One of us is happy
The other one is mean
I love you
But honey, why don't you love me?
Yeah, well, I love you
But honey, why don't you love me?
Yeah, I love you
Honey, why don't you love me?
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Alone In My Home
This light that shines on me tonight
Turns on when you wander through my door
And your friends won't see you to the end, I'm sure
But you love them anyhow
Lost feelings of love
Lost feelings of love
That hover above me
Lost feelings of love
Lost feelings of love
That hover above me
The ghost that visit me the most, drop by
Cause they know they can find me here
And they claim to be held from me in chains, but come on
They're guilty as sin my dear
I'm becoming a ghost
Becoming a ghost
So nobody can know me
I'm becoming a ghost
Becoming a ghost
So nobody can know me
These stones that are thrown against my bones, break through
But they hurt less as times goes on
And though alone, I build my own home, to be sure
That nobody can touch me now
Yeah
All alone in my home
Alone in my home
Nobody can touch me
All alone in my home
Alone in my home
Nobody can touch me
Turns on when you wander through my door
And your friends won't see you to the end, I'm sure
But you love them anyhow
Lost feelings of love
Lost feelings of love
That hover above me
Lost feelings of love
Lost feelings of love
That hover above me
The ghost that visit me the most, drop by
Cause they know they can find me here
And they claim to be held from me in chains, but come on
They're guilty as sin my dear
I'm becoming a ghost
Becoming a ghost
So nobody can know me
I'm becoming a ghost
Becoming a ghost
So nobody can know me
These stones that are thrown against my bones, break through
But they hurt less as times goes on
And though alone, I build my own home, to be sure
That nobody can touch me now
Yeah
All alone in my home
Alone in my home
Nobody can touch me
All alone in my home
Alone in my home
Nobody can touch me
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Entitlement
Every time I'm doing what I want to
Somebody comes and tells me it's wrong
Whenever I'm doing just as I please
Somebody cuts me down to my knees
Yeah, somebody cuts me down to my knees
In a time when everybody feels entitled
Why can't I feel entitled too?
Somebody took away my god given right
I guess God must have gave it to you
Yeah, I guess God must have slipped it to you
Stop what you're doing and get back in line
I hear this from people all the time
If we can't be happy then you can't be too
I'm tired of being told what to do
Yeah, I'm sick of being told what to do
There are children today who were lied to
Told the world is rightfully there's
They can have what they want, whenever they want
They take like Caesar and nobody cares
Live like Caesar and nobody cares
I can't bring myself to take without penance
Or atonement or respect from my brow[?]
Though the world may be spoiled and getting worse every day
Don't they feel like they're cheated somehow
I feel like I've been cheated somehow
Stop what you're doing and get back in line
I hear this from people all the time
If we can't be happy then you can't be too
I'm tired of being told what to do
Yeah, I'm sick of being told what to do
I guess nobody on earth is entitled
Not mothers, not children, not kings
Not a one single person on God's golden shore
Is entitled to one single thing
We don't deserve a single damn thing
Somebody comes and tells me it's wrong
Whenever I'm doing just as I please
Somebody cuts me down to my knees
Yeah, somebody cuts me down to my knees
In a time when everybody feels entitled
Why can't I feel entitled too?
Somebody took away my god given right
I guess God must have gave it to you
Yeah, I guess God must have slipped it to you
Stop what you're doing and get back in line
I hear this from people all the time
If we can't be happy then you can't be too
I'm tired of being told what to do
Yeah, I'm sick of being told what to do
There are children today who were lied to
Told the world is rightfully there's
They can have what they want, whenever they want
They take like Caesar and nobody cares
Live like Caesar and nobody cares
I can't bring myself to take without penance
Or atonement or respect from my brow[?]
Though the world may be spoiled and getting worse every day
Don't they feel like they're cheated somehow
I feel like I've been cheated somehow
Stop what you're doing and get back in line
I hear this from people all the time
If we can't be happy then you can't be too
I'm tired of being told what to do
Yeah, I'm sick of being told what to do
I guess nobody on earth is entitled
Not mothers, not children, not kings
Not a one single person on God's golden shore
Is entitled to one single thing
We don't deserve a single damn thing
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
That Black Bat Licorice
What?
Behave yourself
Behave yourself
You need to behave yourself, boy
Yeah, she's built for speed like a black Castrum Doloris
Good for the needy, like Nietzsche, Freud and Horace
But I'm skin, flint, broke, making no money, making jokes
But baby, I won't joke with you
My feet are burning like a Roman hypocaust
But the Roman's are gone, they changed their name because they lost
She writes letters like a jack chick comic
Just a bunch of propaganda, make my fingers histrionic, like this, and this
I mean, she's my baby
But she makes me get avuncular
And when my monkey is jumping
I got no time for making up for her
I fantasize about the hospital
The army, asylum, confinement, in prison
Any place where there's a time 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
Yeah
I wanna cut out my tongue and let you hold onto 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
Women need to know, I play dumb like a Columbo
And get my feelings hurt and move to NY 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
Yeah, I have to spit it out
Oh, whatever's in my mouth
I have to spit it out (behave your self)
Just like that Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice, I never liked it, I never will
Now state the same damn thing with the violin
Whatever you feed me
I feed you right back
But it will do no good
Behave yourself
Behave yourself
You need to behave yourself, boy
Yeah, she's built for speed like a black Castrum Doloris
Good for the needy, like Nietzsche, Freud and Horace
But I'm skin, flint, broke, making no money, making jokes
But baby, I won't joke with you
My feet are burning like a Roman hypocaust
But the Roman's are gone, they changed their name because they lost
She writes letters like a jack chick comic
Just a bunch of propaganda, make my fingers histrionic, like this, and this
I mean, she's my baby
But she makes me get avuncular
And when my monkey is jumping
I got no time for making up for her
I fantasize about the hospital
The army, asylum, confinement, in prison
Any place where there's a time 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
Yeah
I wanna cut out my tongue and let you hold onto 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
Women need to know, I play dumb like a Columbo
And get my feelings hurt and move to NY 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
Yeah, I have to spit it out
Oh, whatever's in my mouth
I have to spit it out (behave your self)
Just like that Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice, I never liked it, I never will
Now state the same damn thing with the violin
Whatever you feed me
I feed you right back
But it will do no good
Writer: John Anthony White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
I Think I Found The Culprit
I think I found the culprit
Looks like you, it must be you
Ain't found nothing better yet
What's the matter with you, you got nothing to do?
Two crumbs on my window sill
Two birds sitting there perfectly still
One of them up to no good
The other one doing what he totally should
I think I found the culprit
Looks like you, it must be you
Ain't found nothing better yet
What's the matter with you, you got nothing to do?
[x3]
Birds of a feather may lay together
But the uglier one is always under the gun
I think I found the culprit
Looks like you, it must be you
Ain't found nothing better yet
What's the matter with you, you got nothing to do?
[x3]
Birds of a feather may lay together
But the uglier one is always under the gun
Looks like you, it must be you
Ain't found nothing better yet
What's the matter with you, you got nothing to do?
Two crumbs on my window sill
Two birds sitting there perfectly still
One of them up to no good
The other one doing what he totally should
I think I found the culprit
Looks like you, it must be you
Ain't found nothing better yet
What's the matter with you, you got nothing to do?
[x3]
Birds of a feather may lay together
But the uglier one is always under the gun
I think I found the culprit
Looks like you, it must be you
Ain't found nothing better yet
What's the matter with you, you got nothing to do?
[x3]
Birds of a feather may lay together
But the uglier one is always under the gun
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Want And Able
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Tell me who, tell me who, tell me who
Well, Want and Able were crossing the road
Want had a feeling there was something he was owed
But Able broke it to him that there's a social code
So walk straight down the middle now and do what we're told
Walk straight down the middle now and do what we're told
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Tell me who, tell me who, tell me who
Want said that didn't feel so good
To never be fulfilled
Forever stressed out and impatient
Always saying "just over the next hill"
Always saying "just over the next hill"
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Being able is to freedom what wanting is to cruel
It's hard to tell it seems, which one of them's the fool
Is freedom a gift, that we only give to the ones that say "I love you"?
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Tell me who, tell me who, tell me who
Now, Want and Able are two different things
One is desire, and the other is the means
Like I wanna hold you, and see you, and feel you in my dreams
But that's not possible, something simply will not let me
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Tell me who, tell me who, tell me who
Well, Want and Able were crossing the road
Want had a feeling there was something he was owed
But Able broke it to him that there's a social code
So walk straight down the middle now and do what we're told
Walk straight down the middle now and do what we're told
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Tell me who, tell me who, tell me who
Want said that didn't feel so good
To never be fulfilled
Forever stressed out and impatient
Always saying "just over the next hill"
Always saying "just over the next hill"
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Being able is to freedom what wanting is to cruel
It's hard to tell it seems, which one of them's the fool
Is freedom a gift, that we only give to the ones that say "I love you"?
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Who is the who, telling who what to do?
Tell me who, tell me who, tell me who
Now, Want and Able are two different things
One is desire, and the other is the means
Like I wanna hold you, and see you, and feel you in my dreams
But that's not possible, something simply will not let me
Writer: Jack White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lazaretto is the second studio album by Jack White. It was released on June 10, 2014, through White's own label Third Man Records in association with XL Recordings and Columbia Records. The "Ultra" LP features hidden songs, secret grooves and holograms that materialize when the record is being played. Lazaretto was partly inspired by a collection of short stories, poems, and plays White wrote when he was 19 years old and rediscovered years later in his attic.
The album debuted at number one on the Billboard 200, selling 138,000 copies in its first week.
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Jack WhiteThe album debuted at number one on the Billboard 200, selling 138,000 copies in its first week.
Genre(s): Blues rock, garage rock revival, alternative rock, country rock
Producer(s): Jack White
Length: 39:13
Released: June 10th, 2014
Year: 2014