"That Black Bat Licorice" as written by and Jack White....
What?
Behave yourself
Behave yourself
You need to behave yourself, boy

Yeah, she's built for speed like a black castrum doloris
Good for the needy, like Nietzsche, Freud and Horace
But I'm skin, flint, broke, making no money, making jokes
But baby, I won't joke with you

My feet are burning like a Roman hypocaust
But the Romans are gone, they changed their name because they lost
She writes letters like a Jack Chick comic
Just a bunch of propaganda, make my fingers histrionic; like this, and this

I mean, she's my baby
But she makes me get avuncular
And when my monkey is jumping
I got no time for making up for her

I fantasize about the hospital
The army, asylum, confinement, in prison
Any place where there's a time to clear my vision

I spit it out
Whatever's in my mouth
Just like that Black Bat Licorice
Yeah, that Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice
Yeah

I wanna cut out my tongue and let you hold onto it for me
Cause without my skull to amplify my sounds it might get boring
I've got the wit of the staircase with atomic clock precision
And the phases of the moon directing all of my decisions like this

When I need to know, I play dumb like Columbo
And get my feelings hurt and move to New York like I'm Dumbo
Don't you want to lose the part of the brain that has opinions?
To not even know what you are doing, or care about yourself or your species in the billions

Yeah, I have to spit it out
Oh, whatever's in my mouth
I have to spit it out (behave your self)
Just like that Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice, I never liked it, I never will
Now say the same damn thing with the violin

Whatever you feed me
I feed you right back
But it will do no good



Lyrics submitted by Qras, edited by StopRemembering

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    General CommentThis amazing song seems to have a sub-textual obsession with, among other things, the Roman Empire. He rhymes castrum doloris (Latin for "castle of grief," basically an elaborate funeral bier) with Horace (the Roman lyric poet), casually mentions a Roman hypocaust (a sub-floor heating chamber), and then mocks the Romans for changing their names because they lost (to the barbarians, presumably). So that's why they go by "Italian" now!

    Licorice, incidentally, was given its name by Dioscorides, Roman physician and botanist. Coincidence? I think not!

    By the way, if you've never seen a Jack Chick comic, Google around until you find some because they are unintentionally hilarious. "Dark Dungeons" is my personal favorite, warning kids of eternal damnation for the sin of playing D&D.

    Now state the same damn thing with the violin!
    unbesorgton June 26, 2014   Link
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    My InterpretationIn my opinion, he's trying to sing about someone whose opinions are manipulated by someone or something bigger ("behave yourself"), . He's also trying to get out of this situation and says what he thinks (spitting out what others are putting into his mouth, cutting his tongue so someone can say what they want in his place, but he can thinks like he wants to).

    The part of having fantasies with the hospital/army/asylum/prison is really interesting. A good fantasy because in these places you're kinda left alone just with your thoughts or maybe it's a fear, because in these places you can kinda get controlled by someone.
    Chenoon June 23, 2015   Link

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