I'm driving down the Back AlleynAKA the 91 to the 909nFollowing the lead of my herbal pharmascistnHo hooked the green hydropincally and sunkissednRoots blaring out of his CadillacnWhile Echo and The Bunnymen jammed with my ragtop downnI just went there for my green supplynHe showed me something new said Wanna try?nJust Say No was never my par for the coursenSo I hopped onto Henry the proverbial White HorsenHe held my arm like a Punk Rock NursenI slipped away into Nirvana, but worse yet...nHe said I gotta go, my roommate is due...nI floated to my car, I drove around this suburbianLake Elsinore - a blur it wasnVomiting, gazing, singing like I was in churchnIn my mustang, I was perchednVomiting, crying, feeling abandonednI'll never do THAT one again!nI thought my pharmacist was my friendnHe punctured me and left me to courts, the circles and the avenuesnIn a naked lunch soupnI didn't know what to donSo I parked on Timber LanenIs there pleasure to be found when your going insanenI thought No Man! I understand why the H is shadynI've never been so fadednAt that moment, I pledged my steed to the weednA needle doesn't need to key my arm to set off the alarmsnAnd don't count on Punk Rock NursesnThey might double, driving Herses....nnCopyright 2005 Beau Phillips