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 down on their 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