TRACK 7
Jack White
Well will I feel frustration coming as I hear them calling his name
Like they did so long ago
It feels just like his reputation is back on the line again
It doesn’t matter who you know
I made a promise that my love for him was honest
It’s not out of context, our love is not a contest
I’ve got a feeling that the truth’s become opinion these days
That train has left the station but our love will grow
It’s floor to ceiling, unappealing, but who cares what they say
‘Cause it doesn’t matter who it only matters what you know
I hear the song back on the radio again just yesterday
Voodoo woman, Simon says
It won’t be long before Mysterio breaks a hundred-thousand plays
Bring back Sensui from the dead
I’ve got a feeling that the truth’s become opinion these days
That train has left the station but our love will grow
It’s floor to ceiling, unappealing, but who cares what they say
‘Cause it doesn’t matter who it only matters what you know
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
What’s the rumpus? (what’s the rumpus?)
Will the label dump us? (will the label dump us?)
They tried to stump us, now we’re chum, will they lump us?
I’ve got a feeling that the truth’s become opinion these days
That train has left the station but our love will grow
It’s floor to ceiling, unappealing, but who cares what they say
‘Cause it doesn’t matter who it only matters what you know
