White line fever A sickness born down deep within my soul White line fever The years keep flying by like the highline poles
The wrinkles in my forehead show the miles I've put behind me They continue to remind how fast I'm growing old Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul
I wonder just what makes a man keep pushing on What makes me keep on humming this old highway song I've been from coast to coast a hundred times or more I ain't found one single place where I ain't been before
White line fever A sickness born down deep within my soul White line fever The years keep flying by like the highline poles
The wrinkles in my forehead show the miles I've put behind me They continue to remind how fast I'm growing old Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul
White line fever Fever A sickness born down deep within my soul...
The Fall
White line fever A sickness bored deep into my soul White line fever The past keeps going down like the telephones
The wrinkles in my forehead show the miles I've put behind me And continue to remind me, the fact I'm growing old I've still got that fever in my soul
I wonder what keeps a man pushing on I wonder what keeps me singing this old highway song I've been from coast to coast Many miles I've gone And there ain't one town I haven't seen before
White line fever A sickness bored deep into my soul White line fever The past keeps going on like the telephone poles The ghost of the airwaves shows the miles I've put behind me They continue to remind me, the fact I'm getting old
White line fever White line fever White line fever
For throwing things out of the car It's a fifty pound, hundred dollar fine The lines I've put behind me And the ghosts I've put behind me They continue to remind me The fact I'm growing old
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Smith, Mark E. (2008). Renegade: The Lives and Tales of Mark E. Smith. London: Penguin.
