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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Dead Weather
The Dead Weather
Performer
Jack Lawrence
Jack Lawrence
Bass
Alison Mosshart
Alison Mosshart
Vocals
Jack White
Jack White
Drums
Dean Fertita
Dean Fertita
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Lawrence
Jack Lawrence
Composer
Alison Mosshart
Alison Mosshart
Composer
Jack White
Jack White
Composer
Dean Fertita
Dean Fertita
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack White
Jack White
Producer
Joshua V Smith
Joshua V Smith
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

The cold white flamingo wins at black market bingo That we used to play, but we don't play no more We used to travel playing hotel games Eating truck stop dinners with christian names Pointing out porn in payphones pinned into the core Now I just count mile markers between your door and my door Big boys, bad girls, grind their teeth in stereo Big boys, bad girls, grind their teeth in stereo I creep, I don't move in the breeze like I used to I bend backwards at the elbows and the knees The silver tap is spewing crap and I'm halfway round the world Flatlined in a space between my teeth I churned my milk and honey, I lost track of all the money My family rescued some other stray dog When it rains, I open windows, I just lay there I just lay getting waterlogged, trying to get along Big boys, bad girls, grind their teeth in stereo Big boys, bad girls, grind their teeth in stereo The cold white flamingo wins at black market bingo That we used to play, but we don't play no more We used to travel playing hotel games Eating truck stop dinners with christian names Pointing out porn in payphones pinned into the core Now I just count mile markers between your door and my door I creep, I don't move in the breeze like I used to I bend backwards at the elbows and the knees The silver tap is still crap and I'm halfway round the world Flatlined in a space between my teeth I churned my milk and honey, but I lost track of all the money So my family rescued some other stray dog When it rains, I open windows, Laying there... waterlogged... trying to get along 1-800-Someone, sweepstakes donation Blood or a trip to the bahamas I'd really like to see you when you finish out your sentence Dear soulmate behind stripes and stars
Writer(s): Alison Mosshart, Dean Fertita, Jack Lawrence, John Anthony White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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