I'm driving down the "Back Alley"   AKA the 91 to the 909   Following the lead of my herbal pharmascist   Ho hooked the green hydropincally and sunkissed   Roots blaring out of his Cadillac   While Echo and The Bunnymen jammed with my ragtop down   I just went there for my green supply   He showed me something new said "Wanna try?"   "Just Say No" was never my par for the course   So I hopped onto Henry the proverbial White Horse   He held my arm like a Punk Rock Nurse   I slipped away into Nirvana, but worse yet...   He said "I gotta go, my roommate is due..."   I floated to my car, I drove around this suburbia   Lake Elsinore - a blur it was   Vomiting, gazing, singing like I was in church   In my mustang, I was perched   Vomiting, crying, feeling abandoned   I'll never do THAT one again!   I thought my pharmacist was my friend   He punctured me and left me to courts, the circles and the avenues   In a naked lunch soup   I didn't know what to do   So I parked on Timber Lane   Is there pleasure to be found when your going insane   I thought "No Man! I understand why the H is shady   I've never been so faded"   At that moment, I pledged my steed to the weed   A needle doesn't need to key my arm to set off the alarms   And don't count on Punk Rock Nurses   They might double, driving Herses....      Copyright 2005 Beau Phillips