White Tar - The Bronx

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 infected

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 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

Got cancer looking for the answer

She’s got cancer, someone romance her

She’s got cancer looking for the answer

She was 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

We got cancer looking for the answer

We got cancer looking for the answer

We got cancer looking for the answer