The White Stripes — White Moon lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "White Moon" by The White Stripes.
Lyrics
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 'neath the sun
Easy come, easy go Be a 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
For the locker-tagged memories of war
A mirage, this garage
And a photo montage
And the finger massage from the host
Good lord, good lord
The one I adore
And I cannot afford is a ghost
Is a ghost
Proto-social is the word
And the word is the 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 lead her on But she met me, then led me And I ate what was fed me
'Til I purged every word in this song