Jack White Freedom At 21

(Yeah)

Cut off the bottoms of my feet

Make me walk on salt

Take me down to the police

Charge me with assault

A smile on her face

She does what she wants to me

That’s right and

She don’t care what kind of wounds she’s inflicted on me

She don’t care what color bruises that she’s leavin’ on me

‘Cuz she’s got freedom in the 21st century

(Alright)

(Listen)

Two black gadgets in her hands

All she thinks about

No responsibility no guilt or morals

Cloud of judgement

Smile on her face

She does what she damn well please

(Right)

And she don’t care what kind of things people used to do

She don’t care that what she does has an effect on you

She’s got freedom in the 21st century

Cut off the bottoms of my feet (Cut off the bottoms of my feet)

Make me walk on salt (Make me walk on salt)

Take me down to the police (Take me down to the police)

Jack White Hypermisophoniac

Every sound I hear

Is louder than the last

Sounds like a dynamite blast

When you flick your teeth

I need a relief

Each one, each one

Louder than the last and

Makes my fingers curl

Sounds like a dynamite blast

Ain’t no runnin’

Ain’t no runnin’

When you’re robbing a bank

When you’re robbing a bank

Ain’t no runnin’

Ain’t no runnin’

Ain’t no runnin’

When you’re robbing a bank

When you’re robbing a bank

Ain’t nowhere to run

When you’re robbing a bank

When you’re robbing a bank

Sip your drink

And I’ll stop to think

That I’m the only one

Who can hear all the feasible world

Nowhere to run

When you’re robbing a bank

When you’re robbing a bank

Ain’t nowhere

Ain’t nowhere

Nowhere to run

When you’re robbing a bank

When you’re robbing a bank

Ain’t nowhere

Ain’t nowhere

Nowhere to run

When you’re robbing a bank

When you’re robbing a bank

Nowhere to run

When you’re robbing a bank

Jack White 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

Jack White Humoresque

Strains of humoresque divine

You thrill and fill this heart of mine

With gladness like a soothing symphony

Over the air, you gently float

Into my soul, you strike a note

Of passion with your melody

Sunbeams are playing

Flowers and trees are swaying

Captured within your magic spell

If the children are dancing

Lovers are all romancing

Is it any wonder, everyone is singing?

Strains of humoresque divine

You thrill and fill this heart of mine

With gladness like a soothing symphony

Over the air, you gently float

Into my soul, you strike a note

Of passion with your melody

Jack White Hypocritical Kiss

My temper got the best of me

And when I said that I mean

I know every single thing

That I said was true

And I know that you’re mad at me

But if you’re thinking like that

I think you’ll see that you’re

Mad at you too

And I know the feeling’s strong

Strong enough to forget about

All that I’ve been through

And it sounds obscene but

Loud words never bothered

Me like they do to you

You’re the boy

That talks but says nothing

A big game to the ones

That you think will believe you

But you don’t know how to read

The look on my face when it says

“Yeah, I’ve read that book too”

And who the hell’s impressed by you?

I want names of the people

That we know that are falling for this

You would sell your own mother out

And then betray your dead brother with another

Hypocritical kiss

Jack White Ice Station Zebra

Hear me out, it ain’t easy but I’ll try to explain

Everything in the world gets labeled a name

A box, a rough definition, unaffordable

Who picked the label doesn’t want to be responsible

Truth, you’re the one who needs the keys to the prison

You create your own box, you don’t have to listen

To any of the label makers, printing your obituary

Here’s an example

If Joe Blow says “Yo, you think like Avagio”

You’ll respond “No, that’s an insult, Joe”

“I live in a vacuum, I ain’t copy no one.”

Listen up, son

Everyone creating is a member of the family

Passing down genes and ideas in harmony

The players and the cynics will be thinking it’s hard

But if you rewind the tape, we’re all copying god

Copying god, copying god

Copying god, copying god

Add your own piece, but the puzzle is god’s

Paying interest on the bills, I’m late

But I just can’t seem to remember the dates

I lay low and turn off the lamps

Come on over, you can lick the stamps and

We could put together a portfolio and

Sing hallelujah in stereo

If we find a baby, let her into the hall, but

Keep the car running on motor to go

We got fever and there ain’t no cure, girl

Take out insurance if you ain’t too sure, girl

We do things that lovers do, well

Never have to ever hear the rings of school bells

Plaid jeans, no cellular phone

All the time in the world, no twilight zone

My time is mine and they know they can’t get

J. B. told me, you got to hit and he quitted

I’m never gonna go where you want me to go, ’cause

I got feelings that you just don’t know and you can

Listen up if you want to hear

And if you can’t stand it, then… right here

The name of the tune is Cool Hand Luke, ’cause

I got stripes on my pants and boots

In prison you can learn a lesson

From the hand alone to the hotbox session

Listen

Jack White Trash Tongue Talker

[Verse 1:]

I got no truck with you, woman

Always comin’ over when I ain’t home

You hand a buck to me baby

Tried your luck, you tried to get in my song

Oh well your mama was a bastard

Had your plastered face all over the scene

You got hassled by your daddy

Always pushing trying to make you come clean

[Hook:]

You broke your tongue talking trash

Now you’re tryin’ to bring your garbage to me

I got some words for your ass

You better find somebody else up the street

Two monkeys jumping on the bed

And one fell off and hit his head on the ground

The other monkey called the doctor

Said another body dead on the ground

[Repeat Verse 1]

[Hook]

Jack White Get In The Mind Shaft

I’ve been walking down by the river

For hours

Past sailors, that house

Less tattoos than the average teenager

There’s a man fishing

And selling what he catches

A dollar a head

I’ve been sitting near you

For a long time now

And he’s yet to look over

I have a strange feeling

That I know this man

That it’s me

I think it’s me

Let’s try it

Can you hear me now?

Am I invisible to you?

Out of the blue now

Out of the blue now

Can you hear me now?

Am I invisible to you?

Get in the mind shaft

Can it be? Can it be?

Can it be? Can it be?

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Can you hear me now?

Get in the mind shaft

Get in the mind shaft

Come inside

Come inside

Can you hear me now?

Deep inside me, now

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Get in the mind shaft

Can you hear me now?

Jack White You Are The Sunshine Of My Life

You are the sunshine of my life

That’s why I’ll always be around

You are the apple of my eye

Forever you’ll stay in my heart

I feel like this is the beginning

Though I’ve loved you for a million years

And if I thought our love was ending

I’d find myself drowning in my own tears

You are the sunshine of my life

That’s why I’ll always be around

You are the apple of my eye

Forever you’ll stay in my heart

You must have known that I was lonely

Because you came to my rescue

And I know that this must be heaven

How could so much love be inside of you?

You are the sunshine of my life

That’s why I’ll always be around

You are the apple of my eye

Forever you’ll stay in my heart

Jack White 2 Fingers Of Whiskey

I cheated just to get on by

Yea, I cheated just to get on by

If I can’t save my sinning ways

Gonna keep on getting high

I’m sleeping off a weekend drunk

I’m sleeping off a weekend drunk

When I’m awake I’m looking back

At all the ships I sunk

Two fingers of whiskey

Good old fashioned rye

Wish I were bound for glory

And prohibition dry

Two fingers of whiskey

That is all I need

To keep drownin the devil

Living in me

Living in me

I’m hanging on the hook of the moon

I’m hanging on that crescent moon

If I don’t get out of this bottle

Lord you’re gonna see me soon

Just like a dog, I wanna howl

Like an old dog, I wanna howl

Used up all of my aces

Who is gonna save me now?

Two fingers of whiskey

Good old fashioned rye

Wish I were bound for glory

And prohibition dry

Two fingers of whiskey

That is all I need

To keep drownin the devil

Living in me

Living in me

Two fingers of whiskey

Good old fashioned rye

Wish I were bound for glory

And prohibition dry

Two fingers of whiskey

That is all I need

To keep drowning the devil

Living in me

Living in me

Living in me