Desperately looking for that bitter - sweet delight
Of something that you need more than air
Anticipating your next hit you take the mirror
That's hanging on the wall and roll a dollar bill
With shaky hands you pull the vial out of your pocket
And horrified you stare muthafucker
And horrified you stare muthafucker
Someone took your last little white line x4
Hoping that you'll find one little rock to tithe you over
Until your dealer once again appears
You scramble on your hands and knees
Search the carpet
But your attmpt is futile x2
Someone took your last little white line x4