Dust settles on a thin cloud 
Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd 
I've had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours 
Staring at a line of white powder 
 
High-priced madness pays the tab 
I've scraped too much of nothing from your plastic bag 
I'm a catatonic son of a bitch who's had 
A touch too much of white powder 
 
And she's a habit I can't handle 
For a reason I can't say 
I'm in love with a wild white lady 
She's as sweet as the stories say 
White powder white lady 
You're one and the same 
Come on down to my house won't you 
And hit this boy again 
 
Shock waves to a tired brain 
Sends that hungry lady to my door again 
She's my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain 
Entertaining white powder 
 
I feel I'm dry-docked and tongue-tied 
Heaven sends a stretcher for the kids to ride 
I might just escape while the others might die 
Riding on a high of white powder