Hot Fries

All your favorite movies
They ain't that funny
If you ain't that high
And I ain't that high

All your favorite books
They wouldn't seem so well written
If you were just a little bit more well read
Hey, Jack Kerouac is dead
And he drank himself to death
And I just, I just ain't that high

And all your favorite songs, they wouldn't seem all that sad
If you weren't so depressed
Elliott Smith seems like a mess to me
And you cry way too easily

The things that make you high'll make you die
The things that make you high'll make you die

I went to your party and your party got so clever
I put a milkcrate on my head and I surrendered in the corner
Some borderline whore asked me how I'm liking California
I just cried
You know, I saw you making eyes at some quote, unquote, gorgeous guy
Look a little closer because he's covered in flies
You know you're hot
But you're fried
You're cool
But you're iced out
You know exactly what I'm talking about

The things that make you high will make you die
The things that make you high will make you die

The crack has got you slipping through the cushions of your couch
Dilaudid's got your head like a howling haunted house
She said it's my party and I'll die if I want to
It's my party and I'll die if I want to
It's my party and I'll die if I want to
I'll die if I want to
It's my party and I'll die if I want to
I'll die if I want to
And it's my party and I'll die if I want to
Die if I want to, die if I want to

You would too if it happened to you