White Lady White Powder
Dust settles on a thin cloud
Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd
Ive had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours
Staring at a line of white powder
High-priced madness pays the tab
Ive scraped too much of nothing from your plastic bag
Im a catatonic son of a bitch whos had
A touch too much of white powder
And shes a habit I cant handle
For a reason I cant say
Im in love with a wild white lady
Shes as sweet as the stories say
White powder white lady
Youre one and the same
Come on down to my house wont you
And hit this boy again
Shock waves to a tired brain
Sends that hungry lady to my door again
Shes my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain
Entertaining white powder
I feel Im 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
