White Moon
The White Stripes
Letra

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