The White Stripes' Lyrics
White Moon
White moon, white moon breaks open the tomb
Of a deserted cartoon that I wrote
Creature come, creature, creature, my own double feature
As I'm warming the bleachers at home
Well, my nose keeps on bleeding 'cause it's Rita I'm needing
I better call out a meeting of the boys
Of the boys
My friends are all dying and death can't be lying
It's the truth and it don't make a noise
Oh Rita, oh Rita, if you lived in Mesita
I would move you with the beat of a drum
And this picture is proof that although you're aloof
You had the shiniest tooth beneath the Sun
Easy come, easy go, be the star of the show
I'm giving up all I know to get more
To get more
Photograph the picture, young grunt pin-up scripture
Footlocker-tagged memories of war
A mirage, this garage, and the photo montage
And the finger massage from the host
Good lord, good lord, the one I adored
That I cannot afford is a ghost
Is a ghost
Proto-social's the word and the word is bird
That flew through the herd in the snow
In the snow
Lemonade me, then grade me, then deliver my baby
And if my friends all persuade me I'll go
Blink, blink at me Rita, don't you know I'm a bleeder
And I promised I wouldn't leave her arms
But she read me, then led me, and I ate what was fed me
'Til I purged every word in this song
