This poor guy actually exists, although we'll be damned if we'll tell you who he is.
We used the original tracks for every instrument on this one.
The lyrics were written "on the fly" as the band played the music for the first time. Dunno, they just came to me.
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