Dust settles on a thin cloud Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd
I´ve had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours Staring at a line of white powder
High-priced madness pays the tab I´ve scraped too much of nothing from your plastic bag I´m a catatonic son of a bitch who´s had A touch too much of white powder
And she´s a habit I can´t handle For a reason I can´t say I´m in love with a wild white lady She´s as sweet as the stories say White powder white lady You´re one and the same Come on down to my house won´t you And hit this boy again
Shock waves to a tired brain Sends that hungry lady to my door again She´s my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain Entertaining white powder
I feel I´m dry-docked and tongue-tied Heaven sends a stretcher for the kids to ride I might just escape while the others might die Riding on a high of white powder