Severe Tire Damage: Stuart

(Lyrics by: Steve Rubin, Music by: Russ Haines)

This poor guy actually exists, although we'll be damned if we'll tell you who he is.

Russ sez:
We used the original tracks for every instrument on this one.

Steve sez:
The lyrics were written "on the fly" as the band played the music for the first time. Dunno, they just came to me.

Listen:

Woke up this morning, can't see, can't walk straight
Tried to think, but I knew that it would have to wait
Can't work, and yet I sure as hell can't get no peace
Can't relax, all wound up and no release

   Where's my matches
   Where's my blotter
   Where's my fifty
   Where's my needle

Nearly noontime, I've been low and I need high
Won't you give me, everything so I can die
Killing time, I want fun and I want games
Entertain me, save me from a life that's lame

   Where's my matches
   Where's my blotter
   Where's my fifty
   Where's my needle

Bridge:
Life without drugs, seems like hell
Nancy sounded my death knell
Stop the war, I'll be well
Reality, just does not sell

Guitar Solo

Day is over, time to move and time to shout
Go buy something, eat it, drink it, throw it out
Gonna lose it, gonna puke right in the trash
I won't clean it, I'm going now, I gotta crash

   Where's my matches
   Where's my blotter
   Where's my fifty
   Where's my needle