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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Danny Robert Worsnop, Benjamin Paul Bruce, James Arthur Cassells
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