Jack White – That Black Bat Licorice Lyrics

What?
Behave yourself
Behave yourself
You need to behave yourself, boy

Yeah, she’s built for speed like a black castrum doloris¹
Good for the needy, like Nietzsche, Freud and Horace²
But I’m skin, flint, broke, making no money, making jokes
But baby, I won’t joke with you³

My feet are burning like a Roman hypocaust⁴
But the Romans are gone, they changed their name because they lost⁵
She writes letters like a Jack Chick comic⁶
Just a bunch of propaganda,⁷ make my fingers histrionic; like this, and this

I mean, she’s my baby
But she makes me get avuncular⁸
And when my monkey is jumping
I got no time for making up for her⁹

I fantasize about the hospital
The army, asylum, confinement, in prison
Any place where there’s a time to clear my vision¹⁰

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 Licorice¹¹
Yeah

I wanna cut out my tongue and let you hold onto it for me
Cause without my skull to amplify my sounds it might get boring¹²
I’ve got the wit of the stickers with atomic clock precision
And the phases of the moon directing all of my decisions like this¹³

Women need to know, I play dumb like Columbo¹⁴
And get my feelings hurt and move to NY like I’m Dumbo¹⁵
Don’t you want to lose the part of the brain that has opinions?¹⁶
To not even know what you are doing, or care about yourself or your species in the billions¹⁷

Yeah, I have to spit it out
Oh, whatever’s in my mouth
I have to spit it out (behave your self)
Just like that Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice, I never liked it, I never will
Now state the same damn thing with the violin¹⁸

Whatever you feed me
I feed you right back
But it will do no good¹⁹