Cut off the bottoms of my feet
an' make me walk on salt.
Take me down to the poe-leese
an' charge me with assault.
Smile on her face,
she does what she wants to me.
(That's right.)
She don't care what kinda wounds
she's inflicting on me;
she don't care what colour bruises
that she's leaving on me
'cause she's got freedom in the 21st century.
(Alright.)
(Listen.)
Two black gadgets in her hands,
it's all she thinks about.
No responsibility, no guilt or morals
cloud her judgement.
Smile on her face,
she does what she damn-well please.
(Right.)
An' she don't care
what kinda things people used to do.
An' she don't care
that what she does has an affect on you.
She's got freedom in the 21st century.
Cut off the bottoms of my feet
(Cut off the bottoms of my feet...)
Make me walk on salt
(Make me walk on salt...)
Take me down to the poe-leese
(Take me down to the poe-leese)
lyrics by the incomparable Jack White III
(you rock ,brother)
No comments:
Post a Comment