Текст песни The White Stripes — Jumble,Jumble
Jumble jumble
all at my house
come on over
sleep on the couch
can't even see ya
look like a mouse
Crumble crumble
the bag is brown
rip up the paper
to hear a sound
pick up the pieces
up off the ground
tumble tumble
on to the floor
roll over
until your poor
wave to me
I'm at the door
Why can't you be nicer to me?somebody's screaming looking at the ceiling everything's so funny i don't have any money people don't even know me but they know how to show me why can't you be nicer to me?my pride is dying i think i'm all done lying nobody's sharing so i stop caring all alone and walking nobody's talking why can't you be nicer to me?well the wind is blowing where am i going off a bridge and falling nobody's calling on the ground and laying nobody's praying why can't you be nicer to me?