White Line Fever

As I breathe my disease brings me to my knees

All you need is a taste

it'll set you free

Your infection's my discretion honey

one and the same

Counting second 'til I'm medicated

fucked in the brain

I don't want this baby

I just need it to carry on

I got the white line fever and an appetite for sin

If there's a black hole headed for hell then baby count me in

I sold my soul so long ago

a bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go

If there's a black hole headed for hell then baby count me in

I sold my soul

Licking every drop of poison off a pocket of keys

While some daddy's little angel's getting dirt on her knees

When the sun goes down

the filth roam free

You'll never find a finer specimen of filth than me

I don't want this

I just need this to carry on

I got the white line fever and an appetite for sin

If there's a black hole headed for hell then baby count me in

I sold my soul so long ago

a bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go

If there's a black hole headed for hell then baby count me in

I sold my soul

Some have said that I'm the devil and it's just as well 'cause

I've been through and burned down and rebuilt hell

With my heart in a vice and a knife in my back

I've got a noose for the world that I'm painting black

I got the white line fever and an appetite for sin

If there's a black hole headed for hell then baby count me in

I sold my soul so long ago

a bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go

If there's a black hole headed for hell then baby count me in