[{"id":5590947,"name":"That Black Bat Licorice","trackName":"That Black Bat Licorice","artistName":"Jack White","albumName":"That Black Bat Licorice","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Behave yourself\nYou need to behave yourself boy\n\nShe's built for speed like a back castrum Deloris\nGood for the needy like Nietzsche, Freud and Horus\n\nBut I'm skin flint broke making no money, making jokes\nBut baby I won't joke with you\n\nMy feet are burning like Roman hypocaust but the\nRomans are gone, they changed their names because they lost\n\nShe writes letters like a jack chick comic\nJust a bunch of propaganda make my fingers histrionic\n\nLike this\n\nI mean, she's my baby but she makes me get avancular\nAnd when my monkey's jumpin', I got no time to make it up to her\n\nI fantasize about the hospital\nThe army, asylum, confinement prison\nAny place where there's a cot to clear my vision\n\nI spit it out\nWhatever's in my mouth\nJust like that black bat licorice\nYeah that black bat licorice\nThat black bat licorice\nThat black bat licorice\n\nI want to\nCut out my tongue and let you hold on to it for me\nCause without my skull to amplify my sounds it might get boring\n\nI've got the\nWit of the staircase with atomic clock precision\nAnd the phases of the moon directing all of my decisions\nLike this\n\nWhen I need to know\nI play dumb like Columbo\nAnd get my feelings hurt\nAnd move to New York like I'm Dumbo\n\nDon't you want to lose the part of the brain that has opinions?\nTo not even know what you are doing?\nOr care about yourself\nOr your species in the billions?\n\nYeah I have to spit it out\nWhatever's in my mouth\nI have to spit it out\n(Behave yourself)\nJust like that black bat licorice\nThat black bat licorice\nThat black bat licorice\n\nI never liked it\nI never will\nNow say the same damn thing with the violin!\n\nWhatever you feed me\nI feed you right back\nBut it won't do, no good","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.45] Behave yourself\n[00:28.19] You need to behave yourself boy\n[00:32.04] She's built for speed like a back castrum Deloris\n[00:35.39] Good for the needy like Nietzsche, Freud and Horus\n[00:37.87] But I'm skin flint broke making no money, making jokes\n[00:41.28] But baby I won't joke with you\n[00:44.98] My feet are burning like Roman hypocaust but the\n[00:48.50] Romans are gone, they changed their names because they lost\n[00:51.73] She writes letters like a jack chick comic\n[00:54.27] Just a bunch of propaganda make my fingers histrionic\n[00:57.56] Like this\n[01:04.16] I mean, she's my baby but she makes me get avancular\n[01:07.71] And when my monkey's jumpin', I got no time to make it up to her\n[01:12.14] I fantasize about the hospital\n[01:14.22] The army, asylum, confinement prison\n[01:17.77] Any place where there's a cot to clear my vision\n[01:26.71] I spit it out\n[01:29.65] Whatever's in my mouth\n[01:32.38] Just like that black bat licorice\n[01:35.83] Yeah that black bat licorice\n[01:39.49] That black bat licorice\n[01:42.55] That black bat licorice\n[01:56.26] I want to\n[01:57.01] Cut out my tongue and let you hold on to it for me\n[01:59.88] Cause without my skull to amplify my sounds it might get boring\n[02:09.57] I've got the\n[02:10.39] Wit of the staircase with atomic clock precision\n[02:13.11] And the phases of the moon directing all of my decisions\n[02:16.40] Like this\n[02:21.73] When I need to know\n[02:24.49] I play dumb like Columbo\n[02:26.76] And get my feelings hurt\n[02:27.83] And move to New York like I'm Dumbo\n[02:31.13] Don't you want to lose the part of the brain that has opinions?\n[02:34.36] To not even know what you are doing?\n[02:36.40] Or care about yourself\n[02:37.71] Or your species in the billions?\n[02:41.84] Yeah I have to spit it out\n[02:45.20] Whatever's in my mouth\n[02:48.44] I have to spit it out\n[02:51.82] (Behave yourself)\n[02:54.67] Just like that black bat licorice\n[02:58.11] That black bat licorice\n[03:01.03] That black bat licorice\n[03:03.52] I never liked it\n[03:04.63] I never will\n[03:05.81] Now say the same damn thing with the violin!\n[03:22.24] Whatever you feed me\n[03:25.58] I feed you right back\n[03:28.80] But it won't do, no good\n[03:32.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: That Black Bat Licorice\n  artist: Jack White\n  album: That Black Bat Licorice\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Behave yourself\n  start_ms: 8450\n  end_ms: 28190\n- text: You need to behave yourself boy\n  start_ms: 28190\n  end_ms: 32040\n- text: She's built for speed like a back castrum Deloris\n  start_ms: 32040\n  end_ms: 35390\n- text: Good for the needy like Nietzsche, Freud and Horus\n  start_ms: 35390\n  end_ms: 37870\n- text: But I'm skin flint broke making no money, making jokes\n  start_ms: 37870\n  end_ms: 41280\n- text: But baby I won't joke with you\n  start_ms: 41280\n  end_ms: 44980\n- text: My feet are burning like 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end_ms: 183520\n- text: I never liked it\n  start_ms: 183520\n  end_ms: 184630\n- text: I never will\n  start_ms: 184630\n  end_ms: 185810\n- text: Now say the same damn thing with the violin!\n  start_ms: 185810\n  end_ms: 202240\n- text: Whatever you feed me\n  start_ms: 202240\n  end_ms: 205580\n- text: I feed you right back\n  start_ms: 205580\n  end_ms: 208800\n- text: But it won't do, no good\n  start_ms: 208800\n  end_ms: 212880\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 212880\nplain: |-\n  Behave yourself\n  You need to behave yourself boy\n\n  She's built for speed like a back castrum Deloris\n  Good for the needy like Nietzsche, Freud and Horus\n\n  But I'm skin flint broke making no money, making jokes\n  But baby I won't joke with you\n\n  My feet are burning like Roman hypocaust but the\n  Romans are gone, they changed their names because they lost\n\n  She writes letters like a jack chick comic\n  Just a bunch of propaganda make my fingers histrionic\n\n  Like this\n\n  I mean, she's my 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Horus\n\n  But I'm skin flint broke making no money, making jokes\n  But baby I won't joke with you\n\n  My feet are burning like Roman hypocaust but the\n  Romans are gone, they changed their names because they lost\n\n  She writes letters like a jack chick comic\n  Just a bunch of propaganda make my fingers histrionic\n\n  Like this\n\n  I mean, she's my baby but she makes me get avancular\n  And when my monkey's jumpin', I got no time to make it up to her\n\n  I fantasize about the hospital\n  The army, asylum, confinement prison\n  Any place where there's a cot to clear my vision\n\n  I spit it out\n  Whatever's in my mouth\n  Just like that black bat licorice\n  Yeah that black bat licorice\n  That black bat licorice\n  That black bat licorice\n\n  I want to\n  Cut out my tongue and let you hold on to it for me\n  Cause without my skull to amplify my sounds it might get boring\n\n  I've got the\n  Wit of the staircase with atomic clock precision\n  And the phases of the moon 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Yeah, she's built for speed like a black castrum doloris\n  Good for the needy, like Neechy, Froyd and Horris\n  But I'm skin, flint, broke, making no money, making jokes\n  But baby, I won't joke with you\n  My feet are burning like I roll 'em in hypocaust\n  But the Roman's are gone, they changed their name because their lost\n  She writes letters like a jack chick comic\n  Just a bunch of propaganda, make my fingers histrionic; like this, and this\n  I mean, she's my baby\n  But she makes me get avuncular\n  And when my monkey is jumping\n  I got no time for making up for her\n  I fantasize about the hospital\n  The army, a silo, confinement, in prison\n  Any place where there's a time to clear my vision\n  I spit it out\n  Whatever's in my mouth\n  Just like that Black Bat Licorice\n  Yeah, that Black Bat Licorice\n  That Black Bat Licorice\n  That Black Bat Licorice\n  Yeah\n  I wanna cut out my tongue and let you hold onto it for me\n  Cause without my skull to amplify my sounds 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start_ms: 141730\n  end_ms: 144490\n- text: I play dumb like Columbo\n  start_ms: 144490\n  end_ms: 146760\n- text: And get my feelings hurt\n  start_ms: 146760\n  end_ms: 147830\n- text: And move to New York like I'm Dumbo\n  start_ms: 147830\n  end_ms: 151130\n- text: Don't you want to lose the part of the brain that has opinions?\n  start_ms: 151130\n  end_ms: 154360\n- text: To not even know what you are doing?\n  start_ms: 154360\n  end_ms: 156400\n- text: Or care about yourself\n  start_ms: 156400\n  end_ms: 157710\n- text: Or your species in the billions?\n  start_ms: 157710\n  end_ms: 161840\n- text: Yeah I have to spit it out\n  start_ms: 161840\n  end_ms: 165200\n- text: Whatever's in my mouth\n  start_ms: 165200\n  end_ms: 168440\n- text: I have to spit it out\n  start_ms: 168440\n  end_ms: 171820\n- text: (behave yourself)\n  start_ms: 171820\n  end_ms: 174670\n- text: Just like that black bat licorice\n  start_ms: 174670\n  end_ms: 178110\n- text: That black bat licorice\n  start_ms: 178110\n  end_ms: 181030\n- text: That black bat licorice\n  start_ms: 181030\n  end_ms: 183520\n- text: I never liked it\n  start_ms: 183520\n  end_ms: 184630\n- text: I never will\n  start_ms: 184630\n  end_ms: 185810\n- text: Now say the same damn thing with the violin!\n  start_ms: 185810\n  end_ms: 202240\n- text: Whatever you feed me\n  start_ms: 202240\n  end_ms: 205580\n- text: I feed you right back\n  start_ms: 205580\n  end_ms: 208800\n- text: But it won't do, no good\n  start_ms: 208800\n  end_ms: 212880\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 212880\nplain: |-\n  Behave yourself\n  You need to behave yourself boy\n\n  She's built for speed like a back castrum Deloris\n  Good for the needy like Nietzsche, Freud and Horus\n\n  But I'm skin flint broke making no money, making jokes\n  But baby I won't joke with you\n\n  My feet are burning like Roman hypocaust but the\n  Romans are gone, they changed their names because they lost\n\n  She writes letters like a jack chick comic\n  Just a bunch of propaganda make my fingers histrionic\n\n  Like this\n\n  I mean, she's my baby but she makes me get avancular\n  And when my monkey's jumpin', I got no time to make it up to her\n\n  I fantasize about the hospital\n  The army, asylum, confinement prison\n  Any place where there's a cot to clear my vision\n\n  I spit it out\n  Whatever's in my mouth\n  Just like that black bat licorice\n  Yeah that black bat licorice\n  That black bat licorice\n  That black bat licorice\n\n  I want to\n  Cut out my tongue and let you hold on to it for me\n  Cause without my skull to amplify my sounds it might get boring\n\n  I've got the\n  Wit of the staircase with atomic clock precision\n  And the phases of the moon directing all of my decisions\n  Like this\n\n  When I need to know\n  I play dumb like Columbo\n  And get my feelings hurt\n  And move to New York like I'm Dumbo\n\n  Don't you want to lose the part of the brain that has opinions?\n  To not even know what you are doing?\n  Or care about yourself\n  Or your species in the billions?\n\n  Yeah I have to spit it out\n  Whatever's in my mouth\n  I have to spit it out\n  (behave yourself)\n  Just like that black bat licorice\n  That black bat licorice\n  That black bat licorice\n\n  I never liked it\n  I never will\n  Now say the same damn thing with the violin!\n\n  Whatever you feed me\n  I feed you right back\n  But it won't do, no good\n"}]