Here's a song Alex and I wrote last night:

I Only Want to Date Chicks on Drugs

I took a speed freak to an art museum.
Told her all the paintings were messages from God.
Watched her run through Postmodern Expressionism.
"Hey, babe, I'll meet you in the armory."
Because I only want to date chicks on drugs.
I only want to date chicks on drugs.
I want marijuana kisses and heroin hugs.
I only want to date chicks on drugs.
I went with a pudgy cokehead to a foreign flick,
Watched death walk up on the beach.
When I saw that nose running
I knew she was right in reach.
Because I only want to date chicks on drugs.
I only want to date chicks on drugs.
Baggies in the bathroom, needles in the rug.
I only want to date chicks on drugs.
I met a Valium mom at the PTA,
With an MFA, and a husband who's gay.
One more shot and she'll go all the way.
I only want to date chicks on drugs.
Because I only want to date chicks on drugs
I only want to date chicks on drugs.
Fuck E.T.! It was Gertie that I loved.
I only want to date chicks on drugs.
Whether Crack, Horse, Mary Jane, E, or Special K,
I get most of my dates when I'm cruising NA.
Because I only want to date chicks on drugs.
I only want to date chicks on drugs.
I want marijuana kisses and heroin hugs.
I only want to date chicks on drugs.