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 right outside and I'm ready to go
 Infected, living on all of 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
 She's got cancer, looking for the answer
 She's got cancer, someone romance her
 She's one of a kind
 We got cancer, looking for the answer
 We got cancer, looking for the answer
 We got cancer, looking for the answer