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 run 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
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