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