Текстове на песни: The White Stripes. De Stijl. Death Letter.

I got a letter this morning
What do you reckon it read?
It said the gal you love is dead
I got a letter this morning
What do you reckon it read?

Said, "Hurry, hurry because the gal you love is dead"
Well I packed up my suitcase, I took off down the road
When I got there she was layin' on the cooling board
I packed up my suitcase and I took off down the road
When I got there she was layin' on the cooling board

It looked like ten thousand people standing around the burial ground
I didn't know I loved her till they began to let her down
Looked like ten thousand people standing on the burial ground
I didn't know that I loved her till they began to let her down

You know it's so hard to love someone that don't love you
Won't get satisfaction, don't care what you do
So hard to love someone that don't love you
Don't look like satisfaction, don't care what you do

Well I got up this morning the break of day
Just hugging the pillows, she used to lay
Got up this morning in the break of day
Just hugging the pillows where my baby used to lay