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