Song lyrics 300 m.p.h. torrential outpour blues by The White Stripes

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 that 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 three hundred mile per hour outpour blues

Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm
On this winter night
Everytime you get defensive
You´re just looking for a fight
It´s safe to sing 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 three hundred mile per
hour, finger breaking, no answers makin´, battered dirty hands, 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