Dead-White Skin

A brown horse, with golden-brown mane Manic pressure on your veins So strong a need - a needle so thin It's calling you, it's called the enemy within And I just feel as cold as ice Sharp as a blade, mute as a child I feel so bad when I see you ride That sad little brown line from that sad white bag And when I see your face on dope These times I know there was no hope You hold the needle like a shining sword And nothing matters anymore You're wearing dead white skin No face just dead white skin Dead lips, so dead-white clean Please, stop it, stop it, sister morphine You can kill yourself if you want But you won't be the only one To fall back from the dead brown horse I'll follow you - fix and rejoice! And I just feel as cold as ice Mute as a blade, sharp as a child I feel so bad when I see you ride That sick brown horse in that sad white bag I feel so, bad, bad, when I see you ride That sad little brown line From that sad white bag I feel so, bad, bad, bad And we all feel bad Cause we all fall back Back from the horse's back And when I see your face on dope These times I know there ain't no hope You hold the needle like a shining sword And nothing matters anymore You're wearing dead white skin No face just dead white skin Dead lips, so dead-white clean Please, stop it, stop it, sister morphine You can kill yourself if you want But you won't be the only one To fall back from the dead brown horse I'll follow you - fix and rejoice! You can kill yourself if you want But you won't be the only one To fall back from the dead brown horse I'll follow you - fix and rejoice!