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 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