Jack White - That Black Bat Licorice Lyrics. (behave yourself) You need to behave yourself boy She's built for speed Like a back castrum Deloris Good for the needy Like Nietzsche, Freu. I've been listening to the new jack album and have fallen in love with Black Bat Licorice, especially the lyrics, so i decided to try an analyse some of them. I think i have a good grasp of most of it but i would love to have some help learning what the rest of it means, as it's always better to know what you're listening to means.
Jack White That Black Bat Licorice Traduzione
What?Behave yourselfBehave yourselfYou need to behave yourself, boyYeah, she's built for speed like a black castrum dolorisGood for the needy, like Neechy, Froyd and HorrisBut I'm skin, flint, broke, making no money, making jokesBut baby, I won't joke with youMy feet are burning like I roll 'em in hypocaustBut the Roman's are gone, they changed their name because their lostShe writes letters like a jack chick comicJust a bunch of propaganda, make my fingers histrionic; like this, and thisI mean, she's my babyBut she makes me get avuncularAnd when my monkey is jumpingI got no time for making up for herI fantasize about the hospitalThe army, a silo, confinement, in prisonAny place where there's a time to clear my visionI spit it outWhatever's in my mouthJust like that Black Bat LicoriceYeah, that Black Bat LicoriceThat Black Bat LicoriceThat Black Bat LicoriceYeahI wanna cut out my tongue and let you hold onto it for meCause without my skull to amplify my sounds it might get boringI've got the wit of the stickers with atomic lock precisionAnd the faces of the moon directing all of my deicisons like thisWomen need to know, I play dumb like a lumboAnd get my feelings hurt and move to NY like i'm DumboDon't you want to lose the part of the brain that has opinions?To not even know what you are doingOr care about yourself or your species in the billionsYeah, I have to spit it outOh, whatever's in my mouthI have to spit it out (behave your self)Just like that Black Bat LicoriceThat Black Bat LicoriceThat Black Bat Licorice, I never liked it, I never willNow state the same damn thing with the violinWhatever you feed meI feed you right backBut it will do no good