So I just swallow it and hold on to it
One thing's for sure, in that graveyard
And use it to scare the hell out of you
Will I still have these three hundred mile per hour
It's safe to say somebody out there's got a problem
And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that
There's all kinds of red-headed women that I ain't supposed to kiss
All of my ashes too
Bee stung and busted up, empty cup torrential outpour blues?
Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered
But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone
Well, there's three people in the mirror
Finger breakin', no answers, broken back, dirty cancer
With pieces of pencil eraser too
Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer
And it's that color which never fails to turn me blue
And one of them has got to be you
Just play the victim instead of playin' the fool
With almost anything you'll do
Well, next time they stab you don't fight back
And the roads are covered with a million little molecules
I have a woman, says, "Come and watch me bleed"
Singin' these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues
Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues
Well, I can't keep from laughin'
And still give her everything that she needs
Well, sooner or later the ground's gonna be holdin'
But you're holding tight to it, the answer
Put on gloves, a tight scarf and wrap up warm on this winter night
I'm breakin' my teeth off, tryin' to bite my lip
And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose
Every time you get defensive, you're just looking for a fight
