The Kings White Horse Beware my friend, my name is King Heroin, Known to all as the destroyer of men. Where first I was born, no one knows, But I come from the land where the poppy grows. I’m a world of power, and you’ll know its true, Use me once, and you’ll know it too. I entered the country without a passport, Ever since the I’ve been haunted and sought, By addicts and pushers and plainclothes dicks, But most by junkies who want a quick fix. My little white grains are nothing but waste, I’m soft and deadly, so bitter to taste. I’ll make a schoolboy forget his books, And make a beauty queen forget her looks. I’ll cause a good husband to cast out his wife, And send a greedy pusher to prison for life. I’m the King of Crime, the Prince of Corruption, I’ll capture your soul and cause your destruction. Am I not a king, a god to behold, More treasured than diamonds, more precious than pain. If you wish to hear more of the things I do, Of the men I’ve delighted and the women I slew, I’ll make a man shabby that once dressed so nice, And all who use me will go dawn in vice. I’ll control your mind and then your whole brain, With a full course of torment, first pleasure then pain. Ah, the fuzz have taken you from under my wing, They dare to defy me, I who am King. Nights you’ll toss and turn and won’t sleep, You’ll rise in the morning so humble and weak. You’ll be hot, then cold and you’ll vomit and cough, After ten days of madness you might throw it off. You’ll curse my name, and down me in speech, But you’d pick me up again if I were in reach. And nights, when you lie awake planning your fate, You know I’ll be waiting just beyond the gate. I gave you a warning, you didn’t take heed, So put your feet in the stirrups and mount my steed. Put your foot in the stirrup and ride me well, For the white horse of heroin will ride you to hell. 07'
