White Line Reaper

The horror highway stretches wide leaving corpses coast to coast
And instinct guides my hands to kill the one I love the most
And I don't care if what I'm sayin' ain't sinkin' through
The White Line Reaper is callin' you

Holed up in a shack just offa route 629
I ain't lookin' for no souveniers but I think I'll take your hide
And I don't care if what I'm sayin' ain't sinkin' through
The White Line Reaper is callin' you
Calling to you...

Why does it hurt you to hear the truth?
The White Line Reaper's callin' to you, no no no no!

Freezin' - icy cold blood in my veins
And I don't care if what I'm sayin' ain't sinkin' through
The White Line Reaper is callin' you
The White Line Reaper is callin' you
The White Line Reaper is callin' you
The White Line Reaper is callin' you...

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