The Dead Weather - Horehound Lyrics
60 Feet Tall
You're so cruel and shameless
But I can't leave you be
You're so cold and dangerous
I can't leave you be
You got the kind of loving
I need constantly
Hooked up to my motor
All day long
We go down to Texas
Up to Montreal
Two eyes none the wiser
In the deep
When the water gets hotter
Both hands in the deep
You got my attention
You got it all
I can take the trouble
I'm 60 feet tall
I know it ain't easy
I must tap your evil well
Cos boy, do you come roaring
Like a bat out of hell
You drive me so reckless
You'll kill us all
I can take the trouble
I'll take you on
I can take the trouble
I'm 60 feet tall
You're so cruel and shameless
But I can let leave you be
You're so cold and dangerous
But I can't leave you be
You got the kind of loving
I need constantly
I can take the trouble
Cos I'm 60 feet
Tall
Writer: Alison Mosshart, Dean Anthony Fertita
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hang You From The Heavens
I never know how to treat you
You think I love you but it ain't true
I'm walking away now
One step forward and back two
I like to grab you by the hair
And hang you up from the heavens
I don't know how to let you go
Or if i should keep you
I don't know how to let you know
I really don't got a reason
I like to grab you by the hair
And drag you to the devil
I never know why I push you
Trash you just to confuse you
I make a hole just to see how
See through clean I can cut you
I like to grab you by the hair
And hang you up from the heavens
I'd like to grab you by the hair
And sell you off to the devil
I never know what mood you be
Be mine be kind but be cruel to me
I'm walking away now
One step forward and back three
I never know what I'm gonna to do
I say I'm leaving but it ain't true
I got a lot I could do to you
Nothing you can do to stop it
I want to grab you by the hair
I want to grab you by the hair
I want to grab you by the hair
And hang you up from the heavens
Writer: Alison Mosshart, Dean Anthony Fertita
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I Cut Like A Buffalo
You know I look like a woman, but I
Cut like a buffalo
Stand up like a tower
But I fall
Just like a domino
You can hit me if you want to
Do whatever makes you happy
But don't take it easy on me
'Cause I don't know how to take it
You're a prick with a pin woman
Wake me up when it's broke
But only if it's broken
You know I treat you like a joke but you
Can't tell when I'm joking
You cut a record on my throat
But the record's not broken
Is that you choking?
Is that you choking?
Is that you choking?
Or are you just joking?
You know I look like a woman but I
Cut like a buffalo
Wake me up when it's broke
Just like a woman
You cut a record on my throat then you
Break me wide open
You're a pick with a pin woman
Push it into my skin girl
I'm a prick when I sin and I
Know I can't win
You know I look like a woman and I
Cut like a buffalo
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
So Far From Your Weapon
There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole
You're so far from your weapon
And the place you were born
There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole
You're so far from your weapon
And you want to go home
I try to give you whiskey
But it never do work
Suddenly, you're beggin me
To do so much worse
I knew it from the get go
The bullet was cursed
Ever since I had you
Every little thing hurts
You wanna get up? Let go?
I say no
You dream of seeing fire in them hills
But you better wipe that smile from your lips
Which of us will be the one to go?
He who hits the road's the one who lives
Writer: ALISON MOSSHART
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Treat Me Like Your Mother
Don't act like you can't act
I know I seen you do it
You better learn to shake hands
And treat me like your mother
Don't act like you can't act
Stand up like a man
You better learn to shake hands
And treat me like your mother
You came on too late
To do a thing
C'mon look me in the eye
You want to try to tell a lie?
I bet you can't and you know why?
I'm just like your mother
You cane on too late
Play dumb,
Play dead,
Play straight
Who's got it figured out?
Play dumb, play dead, play straight
Who's got it figured out?
Play straight
Try to manipulate
M-a-n-i-p-u-late
Am I?
M-I-too?
Am I too?
Late?
Who's got it figured out?
Left, right, left, right,
Got it figured out?
Play straight
Stand up like a man
You better learn to shake hands
Look me in the eye now,
Treat me like your mother
C'mon look me in the eye
You want to try to tell a lie?
You can't
You know why?
I'm just like your mother
Play dumb, play dead
Trying to manipulate
You blink when you breathe
You breathe when you like
You blink when you lie
Who's got it figured out?
Left right left right?
Who's got it figured out?
Play straight
You blink when you breathe
And you breathe when you lie
You blink when you lie
Who's got it figured out?
Play straight
Writer: DEAN FERTITA, JACK LAWRENCE, ALISON MOSSHART, JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Rocking Horse
I drank some dirty water
Shook evil hands
I've done some bad things
And they get easier to do
Then I wrote a nasty letter
And I sent it to the Lord
I said don't you dare come
And bother me no more
I had a good friend
I could only destroy
And lovers I loved less
Than anybody could afford
Yes but this old rocking horse
Just nods his head
And he's gonna rock back and forth
The way that he always did
Baby don't you bother
Tasting the water
And baby don't you bother
Coming closer to me
Can you see my eyes?
They're half the size
And I'm not able
To look at you
Writer: ALISON MOSSHART, JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
New Pony
Once I had a pony, her name was Lucifer
I had a pony, her name was Lucifer
She broke her leg and she needed shooting
I swear it hurt me more than it could ever have hurted her
Sometimes I wonder what's going on in the mind of Miss X
Sometimes I wonder what's going on in the mind of Miss X
You know she got such a sweet disposition
I never know what the poor girl's gonna do to me next
They say you're usin' voodoo, your feet walk by themselves
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to
Is gonna give ya back what you're wishin' on someone else
Come over here pony, I, I wanna climb up one time on you
Come over here pony, I, I wanna climb up one time on you
Well, you're so bad and nasty
But I love you, yes I do
Writer: BOB DYLAN
Copyright: Lyrics © AUDIAM, INC
Bone House
I build a house
For your bones
I build a house
I build a home
I wrote a song
Go on and listen
That's all you'll hear
When I go missing
I always get the things I want
I make a nest
For your hair
I lay you down
I lay you there
I build a ship
I sink and sail
Every tooth
And every nail
I always get the things I want
I put your heart
In a vault
That's how I get
The things I want
I lay a road
For your mind
So your mind can
Go go go go
I always get the things I want
I build a house
I build a home
I build a house
For your bones
I build a house
For your bones
I build a house
I build a home
Writer: JACK WHITE, JACK LAWRENCE, DEAN FERTITA, ALISON MOSSHART
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
No Hassle Night
I'm looking for a place to go
Where the sun goes down
And stays down
I'm looking for a place to go
Where I can lay low
Die slow
My baby, she's uptight
Her face is frozen in daylight
My darlin', she's a drifter
Nothing out there, seems to fit her
I'm looking for a no hassle night
I've become her and it hurts my mind
I'm looking for a no hassle night
I've become her and it hurts my mind
I'm looking for a no hassle night
My baby, she's a burglar
Nothing I know, can deter her
I'm looking for a place to go
Where the sun goes down
I can lie low
Writer: ALISON MOSSHART, JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Will There Be Enough Water?
Will there be enough water
When my ship comes in?
And when I set sail
Will there be enough wind?
Just because you caught me,
Does that make it a sin?
Cool water
And the cool wind
Writer: DEAN FERTITA, JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.