Powder
Bad stammer
Slipping from the glitz
Into the shit
Prosecco starter followed by a dirty upper
Ill Manors
Thinking you’re plan B
With your crotch between your knees
Your mates are tweenies with a xenophobic grammar
I recognise that place stuck in a time warp
All dead behind the eyes
I recognise that place stuck in a time warp
All dead behind the eyes
White powder
You make the sweetest mouth sour
White powder
You make the weakest empowered
Eyelashes
Cheating in a pub booth
Wearing Ugg boots and pyjamas
Fishing for a bigger package
White flashes
Trapped in a cycle
Of shit carpet and brown leather
And an unfulfilling state of getting higher
I recognise that place stuck in a time warp
All dead behind the eyes
I recognise that place stuck in a time warp
All dead behind the eyes
White powder
You make the sweetest mouth sour
White powder
You make the weakest empowered
Writer/s: Christopher Michael Inns, David Alfred James Breeze, Hayley Linda Trower, Shaun Patrick Hand