text: 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
  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
  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
  White powder
  White lady
  Hit this boy again