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