Your White Powder

Mumbling something about rock'n'roll Nose full of something which makes you feel whole Your pockets empty your soul's a black hole Sex, drugs and no life goal I've got a feeling that you want it all But after every little jump comes another fall You're so high feeling eight feet tall Listen to the rhythm, hit your head against the wall You can snort your shit and I can make a hit Your white powder's decreasing your power Let me be, I don't want it I've got my joint, just let me smoke it I've got my drink, just let me be I don't need that I feel free Well the problem's in you chest And you know that you're a mess Running out of cash How does it feel to be white trash Everyone starts with alcohol But when you can't get drunk, you wanna try it all Your throat is a waterfall Ruining our party singing Wonderwall You say only at the party But you party every day And me too you can call me I'm already on my way And every time I see your eyes They seem bigger than your head One time we'll be chatting And you'll just drop dead You can snort your shit and I can make a hit Your white powder's decreasing your power Let me be, I don't want it I've got my joint, just let me smoke it I've got my drink, just let me be I don't need it, I feel free Well the problem's in you chest And you know that you're a mess Running out of cash How does it feel to be white trash Well the problem's in you chest And you know that you're a mess Running out of cash How does it feel to be white trash Well the problem's in you chest And you know that Running out of cash And you know that Well the problem's in you chest And you know that Running out of cash How does it feel to be white trash