"That Black Bat Licorice" lyrics - JACK WHITE

"That Black Bat Licorice"

(Behave yourself)
(Behave yourself)
You need to behave yourself boy

Yeah, she's built for speed like a back Castrum doloris
Good for the needy like Nietzsche, Freud and Horus
But I'm skin flint broke making no money making jokes
But baby, I won't joke with you

My feet are burning like a Roman hypocaust
But the Romans are gone, they changed their name because they lost
She writes letters like a Jack Chick comic
Just a bunch of propaganda make my fingers histrionic

Like this
And this

I mean, she's my baby but she makes me get avuncular
And when my monkey is jumpin' I got no time to make it up to her
Uh, I fantasize about the hospital
The army, asylum, confinement in prison
Any place where there's a cot to clear my vision

I spit it out
Whatever's in my mouth
Just like that black bat licorice
Yeah, that black bat licorice
That black bat licorice
That black bat licorice, yeah

I want to cut out my tongue
And let you hold on to it for me
'Cause without my skull to amplify my sounds
It might get boring

I've got the wit of the staircase
With atomic clock precision
And the phases of the moon
Directing all of my decisions

Like this

(When I need to know)
I play dumb like Columbo
And get my feelings hurt
And move to New York like I'm Dumbo

Don't you want to lose the part of the brain that has opinions?
To not even know what you are doing?
Or care about yourself
Or your species in the billions?

Yeah, I have to spit it out
Oh, whatever's in my mouth
I have to spit it out
(Behave yourself)

Just like that black bat licorice
That black bat licorice
That black bat licorice
I never liked it, I never will
Now say the same damn thing with the violin

Whatever you feed me
I'll feed you right back
But it won't do no good