300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues

Lyrics for 300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues

I'm calling out to ghosts that are no longer there I'm gettin' hard on myself, sittin' in my easy chair But, there's three people in the mirror And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose And, I can't keep from laughin' Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues I'm breakin' my teeth off tryin' to bite my lip There's all kinds of red-headed women that I ain't supposed to kiss 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, says "Come and watch me bleed" And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that And still give her everything that she needs See, there's three women in my mind that know They have the answer, but they're not letting go But is this new I'm the only who seems to care where I should go Put on gloves, a tied scarf, and wrap up warm on this winter night Every time 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 So, next time they stab you, don't fight back Just play the victim instead of playin' the fool And the roads are covered with a million little molecules Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered With pieces of pencil eraser, too Well, sooner or later, The ground's gonna be holdin' all of my ashes, too But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone Will I still have these 300 mile per hour, finger breaking No answers, broken back, dirty cancer, bee stung and busted up Empty cup torrential outpour blues