Texty: The Black Keys. Rubber Factory. 10 A.M. Automatic.

What about the night makes you change
Oh from sweet to deranged
What about my voice tells you
Who's been wrong to you, yeah

You've got pains like an addict
I'm leaving you
You've got pains like an addict
10 A.M. automatic

Come on, yeah

I see darkness cover us
And your car kicks up dust
What about my ways makes you doubt
All these words from my mouth, here we go

You've got pains like an addict
I'm leaving you
You've got pains like an addict
10 A.M. automatic, yeah