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