Texty:
The Dead Weather

your mother You came up too late You came up too late now You came up too late Play dumb, play dead, play straight Who's got it figured out? Play dumb, play dead

Will there be enough water when my ship comes in? Water when my ship comes in Will there be water when my ship comes in? And when I set sail will there

Yeah, you know I look like a woman But I cut like a buffalo Stand up like a tower, tall Then I fall just like a domino Yes, well, you can give me if

I build a house for your bones I build a house, I build a home I build a house for your bones I build a house, I build a home I wrote a song, go on and

There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole It's so far from your weapon and the place you were born There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole You

The moon is always full for us The road is always clear That's not what you want to hear One is born so one can die You must wait a real long time That

Let's dig a hole in the sand, brother A little grave we can fill together I got myself a problem That I been looking to sell Some people die just a little

To be afraid is a luxury So cool your engines for me I don't want a sweetheart I want a machine I love you the most, I do When you're so close to me

I'm not the way that you found me I'm never here nor there One day I'm happy and healthy Next I ain't doing so well Let's go walk to the border Let's