Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::

"Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin

:: Voix AI Jun ::

Lyrics ::


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 squwak 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