I enter the Emerald Forest and go up the stairs that twists
Standing shoulder to shoulder in a sweaty bobbing up and down crowd
Watching Joey Ramone play with his speedy band blowing my mind and cranking really loud.
Next I climb the other spiral staircase for miles up to the sky
To drink 18 year old scotch and smoke cigarettes and get high.
Do my friends pray for me like an antibiotic to my heathen inside?
I see the stranger in the mirror staring me right in the eye.
I want to walk right through that reflected glass
and pull out her hair in chemo class
to clog my ears with those follicle chunks.
Then sit in solitary confinement with all those other punks
Who pee and hope through heartaches and regrets
Instead I quench my thirst with scotch and cigarettes
Boldly going towards those weird vibes
That make me throw up like church or nuns or hives.
But never from 18 year old scotch and Joe
Needing to take my foreplay to go
Stepping out of one of the windows and shocking the melting pots
wondering and worrying just how high I am and it's lots
Driving my fist through the clubs outside wall over some stupid reckless hoe
After drinking 18 year old scotch and smoking cigarettes and listening to Joe