Desperately looking for that bitter - sweet delight Of something that you need more than air Anticipating your next hit you take the mirror That's hanging on the wall and roll a dollar bill With shaky hands you pull the vial out of your pocket And horrified you stare muthafucker And horrified you stare muthafucker Someone took your last little white line x4 Hoping that you'll find one little rock to tithe you over Until your dealer once again appears You scramble on your hands and knees Search the carpet But your attmpt is futile x2 Someone took your last little white line x4