Dextromethorphanage

Come on baby its our last night
and I know you wanna spend it well.
Johnny Johnny Ray's got his magic pills
that'll send us straight to Hell.

So saddle up and leave your keys at home
because tonight we're gonna fly.
Got three hundred milg's of DXM
and I ain't afraid to die.

Here we go honey, pop one two three,
four five six, then seven.
Then guess what baby we're cruisin' along,
eight nine ten eleven.

Eyes red up, mind fuzzes out
and now its time to dance.
We'll sing ourselves a thousand songs
we'll rant a thousand rants.

Sliding along this open road
while the coyotoes lick their chops.
Gimme a kiss baby, if you can find my face
while I drop another coupla drops.

Baby what's that growin' on your face
and coming out your eyes?
Tell me baby its' raining water
and not really these dead flies.

Hang on honey gotta stop the car.
There's something in the road.
Whaddo you mean you don't see it?
Its a goddamned army of toads!

Oh my Goddess, was that a cop
comin' around the bend?
Gonna get busted and thrown in jail
my sentence will never end.

The frogs, goddammit, they're getting close
they're climbing inside the car.
Already havin' 'nuf trouble with these dead flies
and now the road's losing all its tar.

Its getting sucked up by some horrible beast
a lizard with blood on its tongue
Baby we might never get to rant our rants
our songs may go unsung.

Goddammit, my girl, we need to flee!
We gotta get out of here.
The frogs are coming, and far too many
The flies too heavy, I fear.

Jesus Christ, I'm gonna drown
into my eyes these fucking frogs seep.
See how heavy I feel they're getting?
Its' time for me to sleep.

(Based on a true story. Don't do DXM. (c)John Ray.)