Fever

I wanna run, wanna run away You've got a fever and it's coming my way (What's a boy) What's a boy to do When he wants to see a model and he's looking at you You've got a tattoo on your heart And the hate you give to everyone is tearing apart The seams (of your dreams) and the look in your eye Are you telling me you're living to die You're so damn hard to please Get on the ground down on your knees and You follow everybody and you spread the disease You've got a white line fever Running through those veins And there's so many things I'm wishing I could say I've got a white line fever Running through my veins I'm out of line I'm out of time your fever You live your whole life with your heart on your sleeve And you never (no you never) Never wanted to bleed Take it or leave it you're running a wreck And you're gonna take them with you Don't you ever forget You're so damn hard to please Get on the ground down on your knees and You follow everybody and you spread the disease You've got a white line fever Running through those veins And there's so many things I'm wishing I could say I've got a white line fever Running through my veins And I'm out of line I'm out of time your fever You've got a white line fever Running through those veins And there's so many things I'm wishing I could say I've got a white line fever Running through my veins And I'm out of line I'm out of time your fever