Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::
"Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin
:: Voix AI Jun ::
There's a lady who chews
When she feels the blues
And she's wanting a fresh pack of Black Jack
When she gets to the store
She notices a war
Men in gray men in blue deep in battle
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
And she's wanting a fresh pack of Black Jack
There's a sign on the door
The Black Jack is no more
'Cause you know, sometimes gum needs restocking
In a shop burning high
There's a soldier who may die
This young boy might have gum in his pocket
Ooh, she pulls his breeches
Ooh, she licks his peaches
whoa
She was looking for gum
Now she’s tasting some cum
And her craving increases for licorice
As she strolls through the streets
Fires burn all the treats
Did the Yankees bring gum for everyone?
Ooh, it makes her bolder
Ooh, she’ll fuck a soldier, whoa
An epiphany looms
If she rents out some rooms
All the soldiers will give her their clothing
With their pockets all ripped
Naked and well-equipped
Then a Bluecoat may slip her some Black Jack
Whoa,whoa,whoa
If you see an army in your garden, pull their pants down to the ground
The only gum here is Black Jack, a new invention
Yankees claim they get a pack a year
Ooh, it peaks her craving
This gum has dark and haunting flavor, whoa
The slaves sing praises as they savor
Dear lady, can you hear Rhett Butler?
When he’s chewing
His Black Jack sounds like the whispering wind
ah, ah, ah
But when you chew six slices each
You squawk like seagulls at the beach
Are you a lady or a whore
Who yearns for Black Jack more than smores
The city burns you’re eating cum
You vow to never lose your gum
Civil war stories from your past
The break of dawn will bring more crack
The soldiers stood tall but now half mast
You swallowed their gum, dreaming of Black Jack