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White Line FeverAs I breathe, my disease brings me to my kneesAll 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 dirt on her 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 |