Your Southern Can Is Mine
The White Stripes Lyrics


Lookie here momma let me explain ya this
If ya want to get crooked I'll even give ya my fist
Ya might read from revelation back to genesis
Ya keep forgettin' your southern can belongs to me

So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me
Your southern can is mine in the mornin'
Your southern can belongs to me

Ya might go uptown have me arrested, put in jail
Some hotshots got money gonna pull my bail
Soon as I get out, hit the ground
Your southern can is worth a thousand,
Half a pound

So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, talkin' about it
Your southern can belongs to me

Ya might take it from the south, baby,
Hide it up North
Understand ya can't rule me and be my boss
Take it from the East and hide in the West
But when I get ya momma you can'll see no rest

So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I'm screamin'
Your southern can belongs to me

Now baby, ashes to ashes, sand to sand
When I hit ya momma then ya feel my hand
Give ya a punch through that barbed wire fence
When I hit ya baby, ya know I make no sense

So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I know it
Your southern can belongs to me

Now look here woman, don't get hot
I'm gettin' me a brick outta my backyard

So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I'm talkin' about it
You southern can belongs to me

Well if I catch you momma
Down in the heart of town
I'm gonna grab me a brick
And tear your can on down

So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I know it
Your southern can belongs to me

You maybe get bed sick,
'cause your graveyard bound
I'm gonna make you moan like a graveyard hound

So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I'm screamin'
Your southern can belongs to me

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Robyn


on Candy Cane Children

The meaning of this song is basically saying the older you get, the less fun Christmas becomes usually do to adulthood. The lines "don't you know your name?...", probably refers to the adults telling kids to grow up as if they're saying "Do you know how old you are? You're getting too old for this stuff." Probably why he put the lines "nobody knows how to talk to children". Also, he puts the lines "think again" after a thought of one of the kids thinking of wishing to participate in Christmas activities. As if they're thinking "Yeah I probably AM too old for this.." "364 more tears girl" the sadness of getting older. Not participating feels like a missed opportunity and causes even more sadness..

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