300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues

I'm calling out to ghosts That are no longer there. I'm getting hard on myself, Sitting in my easy chair. Well there's three people In the mirror And I'm wondering Which one I should choose. But I can't keep from launching Spitting out these three hundred m.p.h. Outpour blues. I'm breaking my teeth off Trying to bite my lip. There's all kinds of redhead women That I ain't supposed to kiss. And it's that color which never fails To turn me blue So I just swallow it, And hold on to it, And use it To scare the hell out of you. I have a woman that says "Come and watch me bleed." And I'm still wondering, just how can I do that And still give her everything she needs. There's three people in my head that have the Answer and One of them's got to be you. But your holding tight to it The answer Singing these three hundred m.p.h. Outpour blues. Put on gloves, a tight scarf And wrap up warm On this winter night. Everytime you get defensive You're just looking for a fight. It's safe to say somebody out there's Got a problem with Almost anything you'll do. Well, next time they stab you Don't fight back Just play the victim, Insted of playing the fool... And the roads are covered with a million Tiny molecules Of cigarette ashes And the school floors are covered with peicies od pencil eraser too. Sooner or later the ground's gonna be holding all Of my ashes too. And I can not help but wonder If after I'm gone Will I still have these 300 m.p.h. Finger breaking No answers Broken back Dirty cancer Bee stung And busted up Empty cup Torrential outpour blues One thing's for sure in that graveyard I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes.