White Moon

　　White Moon - Jack White

　　Written by：Jack White

　　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 locker tagged memories of war

　　A mirage this garage

　　And a photo montage

　　And a 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