White Tar

baby's got cancer
looking for the answer
she's got cancer
someone romance her

she was one of a kind
now she's perfected
living on all the lies they injected
now she's staring at the scars that needed correction
it's not a habit she claims
she's got american eyes
letting her body go
she's dead
rejection looking for direction
gimme picture gimme reception
the clean smell of sin
she's nervous at the hips
the car's outside and i'm ready to go

infected living on all the lies she injected
now i'm infected staring at the scars in need of correction
it's not a habit i claim
i got american eyes
letting my body go
i'm dead

i don't want to wake up
i spend a lifetime staring at the telephone
cause all i want to do is call you up

we got cancer looking for the answer