Sister Cocaine
by Mr. Lostman

Forgotten famous fashion trends
ziploc bags in Mercedes Benz
full of false dreams, lost loves and pain

Hardly helpful hopelessness
don't feel lonely she feeds on this
she's calling out to this whole town

Sister cocaine, is calling me
and I've got to answer can't you see
I can't sustain myself, without her
without the snow it feels like winter

Living life so lavishly
sniffing porcelain toilet seats
if someone had told younger me I'd be this way, I'd have laughed

Sweetly sour sacrament
from living room to revival tent
everybody feels the pull of sister...
cocaine

She's strong and strangely satisfying
when she's gone I feel like dying
but I feel that way all the time now-a-days

Sister cocaine, is calling me
and I've got to answer can't you see
I can't sustain myself, without her
without the snow it feels like winter

so cold...
in the arms of sister cocaine