She goes to sleep and she wakes up dead on the well traveled ground
The other half of her cigarette
Hangin' out her mouth
She wipes the sleep from her eyes
And feels the sun (she whispers)
Darkness has covered me
No I can't seeBut when the day turns to night
She powders her nose
The white lines they take her away
But if she loses her grip
Its the end of her rope
So if she come up fast she better
Come down slowShe's comin' down so she closes her eyes
But there's no sleep
Violent light and a restless mind
She starts to scream, she screams
Voices voices let me be
I am soul if my mind is freeBut when the day turns to night
She powders her nose
The white lines they take her away
But if she loses her grip
Its the end of her rope
So if she comes up fast she better
Come down slowOh you better come down slowBut when the day turns to night
She powders her nose
The white lines they take her away
But if she loses her grip
Its the end of her rope
So if she comes up fast she better
Come down slowOh You better come down slow